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The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Take me in, I'll do anything you want me to!" In her previous life, Lu Man is sent to prison after being framed by her step-sister and an asshole. After being released from prison, the only thing that greets her is her mother's tombstone. Seeing the asshole and bitch getting happily along together like one big family with her birth father and step-mother, she sets out to die together with the asshole and her step-sister in fiery flames. The moment she opens her eyes again, she finds herself back on the very day she was framed. Resolutely jumping out the window and climbing next door, she seeks refuge from the man occupying the room there. But who would have guessed that the man is the brilliant hunk she has always admired from afar in her past life? She vows to rub her eyes clean and be more discerning of people. She wants to make everyone who owed her in the past to pay her back! "Young Master Han, can you let me hug your other arm too?" "Actually, I have one more, do you want it?" "…"

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There's Still a D*mn Script?

Editor: Atlas Studios

Since the interview was only a matter of minutes, it was far more convenient to use a single-lens camera.

Done setting up the camera, the chief editor passed a list of questions he'd crafted on the way here to Han Zhuoli. "Please have a look, Young Master Han. We can edit the questions if you find them unacceptable."

Han Zhuoli glanced through them and assented. "They're fine, just ask these questions."

"Do you need time to prepare for them?" the editor asked.

"No need for that, we can just start. It'll be more natural. I know what to say," Han Zhuoli replied.

"Alright, let's start," the editor-in-chief said.

Just as he was about to begin, Han Zhuoli suddenly spoke. "Wait."

"Do you have any other request, Young Master Han?" the editor inquired.

"This isn't natural enough." Han Zhuoli thought for a moment before saying, "Follow me to the district. Pretend that I'm about to go home and you'll ask me as I walk."

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