A bowl of soup, Ye Zi knelt under the porch for two hours. No one up and down the yard didn't know that the eldest young master hated eating duck the most, and he never drank fresh fish in hangover soup. Ye Zi knelt in the sun with his head bowed, his little fists clenched tightly. So many house fighting novels have been read in vain, and they have been read in vain. How could she not be aware of such an obvious frame-up? Could it be that I didn't sleep well during this time and my brain short-circuited? Xinghua pursed her lips and smiled at the kneeling leaves under the porch,...

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