She doesn't care about the other party's attitude and targeting.

What she cared about was who she was.

If the river bank stepped on two boats, hooking her on the one hand, and the grass was the master on the other, then she should be at a loss and admit this slap.

The woman sneered, and the laughter was a deep disdain for her.

Looking Ruan Mian up and down, she spoke: "What kind of thing should I be, what kind of thing do you think you are, except for ......

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