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Yun Jiang's eyes swept across the moisture as he tightly clenched his fists.

Yun Jinxiu sat quietly, probably because she was connected to him by blood. Deep in her heart, although she was not moved, she felt anger.

Anger burned like grass in his heart.

"That woman is soft consort, right?"

She spoke coldly.

Yun Jiang's body stiffened, he suddenly raised his head. "Embroidery