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"Spring, Spring, Cough, Spring Flower, can you let go of me, cough!" Deng Dalang was choked by his collar.

Ji Chunhua really didn't care if he lived or died. She looked at his old face, which was now the color of a pig's liver. In the end, she couldn't bear to be soft-hearted and slightly loosened her grip.

"Deng Dalang