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... ed his hands to push open the glass lid on the coffin and reached his hand out for Speechless’s nose.


Mu Zhaorong’s gaze changed slightly but she did not raise her head or make a sound to stop him.


Despite ten years of marriage, she never once understood the true thoughts of that man but she knew him very well.


The man did not believe in anyone but himself.


Therefore, even if everyone told him that ‘Speechless Li is dead’, even if Speechless’s corp ...

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