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Chapter 1380 -1380: The Battle of the Three Kingdoms!

Xie Fengmian wanted to laugh when he heard this.

Who would believe you?

He was so jealous that he didn’t want to wait a second longer. He was afraid that his wife would be snatched away.

Tsk …

When Mo Yangyang heard Xie Xize’s words, her face couldn’t help but turn slightly red. She raised her hand and gently pinched his arm.”I’m already preparing to go out. You can see me immediately even if you ...

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