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"Isn't that so?"
"No!"
The woman decisively shook her head, her sharp eyes deeply set on Ye Nuanxi's delicate little face, "Did Mr. Huo ever tell you that he has a wife?"
Upon hearing she was not that bastard's wife, Ye Nuanxi let out a deep sigh of relief, "He said he has a wife, but that his wife is frigid..."
Lin Zhenya: "..."
"His wife is frigid?"
The corner of Lin Zhenya's eyes twitched. How could she, such an accomplished woman, have given birth to such a perverted son? "Are you sure it's not he himself who's frigid?"
"I swear, he's not frigid at all!"
At these words, Ye Nuanxi shook her head decisively. Perhaps the experience of that night was too horrifying, for as soon as she was asked, she found an outlet and couldn't stop talking, "He's even more formidable than a seven-times-a-night wolf!"
Lin Feng: "..."
This evaluation was simply off the charts!
