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"Nana, gifting a comb and being in love are two completely different things! Can't you stop mixing up these concepts?"
Qiao Chutian said unhappily, "I find that you've become increasingly unreasonable lately."
"I'm unreasonable? Qiao Chutian, the one being unreasonable is you!"
Lin Na waved the comb in her hand, her voice becoming somewhat hysterical as she screamed, "I am your true lover, you should be giving me this comb, not her!"
"Then it's yours!"
Mai Xiaomai's cool voice came from outside the door.
Qiao Chutian felt a rush of panic, as if he had been caught cheating by his wife, and he nervously looked towards the door.
Mai Xiaomai's lips curled with a hint of scorn as she looked at him with an aloof gaze.
"Give it to me? Mai Xiaomai, this comb was meant to be mine from the beginning, this room was supposed to be mine. You took away everything that was mine and yet pretend to generously give it to me?"
Lin Na sneered sharply.
