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"Who is Zeus?"
Qiao Chutian's head was already swirling with jealousy as he glared at Mai Xiaomai and demanded sharply.
"An old friend of mine."
"Do you need to call an old friend 'dear'?"
Qiao Chutian was truly furious.
She had never called him 'dear,' but there she was, calling someone else 'dear,' and being called 'dear' by someone else.
It seemed that what Mother Zhang said today was indeed correct.
"What's wrong with that?"
Mai Xiaomai looked at his enraged expression and suddenly thought of a way to let him divorce with peace of mind, thus being able to live the life he should have, "When I went to the United States to see Cheng Dongcheng's body, I was utterly despondent. It was he who saved me from the railway tracks, sharing life and death with me. Back then, we did have a fling. Now that we meet again, of course I feel a strong affinity. What's so surprising about that?"
"Had a fling?"
