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... Qingyao looked at Zhao Yi'er with a smile, "My patience is limited. If you don't say it now, it will be too late if you want to say it yourself later."
Zhao Yi'er suffered losses at Fan Qingyao's hands one after another. Why didn't she understand how ruthless Fan Qingyao's methods were? Although she hated Fan Qingyao, she was still forced to say helplessly, "I haven't seen that one either. She doesn’t look like that, but I know she’s a woman, and she sounds like she’s not too old.”
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