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"Of course not, or I would have taken a photo for him. I'm just saying this to make him upset. I'll be happy if he's upset."

Lan Anran had never felt so good before.

"Can I ask why you hate him so much?"

Mo Jinrong felt that Lan Anran must have had a reason for doing this. Seeing her hating the person in front of her, he suddenly saw himself.

When Mo Ying died, he used to hate himself in the same way. Why didn't he die in her place?

Lan Anran turned to look at him.

She didn't know how to explain her past life.

If he knew how they treated her in her past life, he would probably understand why she became like this today.