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In her eyes, Feng Xiaowei’s behavior is like a pupil deliberately sue in front of the teacher.
“I believe in my son.”
A simple sentence, not even perfunctory.
Feng Xiaowei’s eyes flashed a bit of grimace, and Fu Wanyi hated it in her heart.
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