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Song Jiyun listened to Ninth Master Song's words with rage, yet cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He had been dealing with Song Li for more than a decade, and even with utmost caution, there could still be mishaps landing in Song Li's hands.
And the most important of those concerned Song Jiyun.
She was no ignorant woman or child.
If she intended to plot against him, she wouldn't let him escape from her clutches easily.
It seems he had underestimated Song Jiyun.
But by now, regret was too late.
He had his family business, a wife and children, and prestige he couldn't afford to lose.
Looking at Song Jiyun's face in the morning light, resembling a budding flower on a branch in March, he clutched his chest and took a deep breath.
A true man can bend and stretch.
Han Xin once endured the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs.
Song Li had been deceived, and without convincing evidence, Song Li would not believe him.
