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Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

In the peaceful Ning City, the Shen family had two lovely daughters. The elder Miss Shen, Shen Ru, was smart and capable, while the second Miss Shen, Shen Yan, was charming and beautiful. One day, a third daughter, Shen Wan, appeared. Shen Wan was quiet and unremarkable. She looked weak and helpless. Mr. Shen said, "Let her stay." Mrs. Shen said, "A daughter born to a lowly woman is still lowly." Shen Ru said, "She's too plain and simple." Shen Yan said, "Brother Qi dislikes unattractive things the most." Shen Wan coldly smiled and thought, Don't worry, take it easy. None of you can escape!' - In her past life, Shen Wan lost all her blood, her organs were hollowed out, and she died on a cold operating table. She lived thirty years without having any children. In this life, she came for revenge. She carefully planned every step and turned Ning City upside down. But inadvertently, she drew the attention of a demon king. The people respectfully called Quan Hanting "Lord Six". He was cold and heartless, and his identity was a mystery. [Little Cute Bundle] "I heard that when I was born, Papa was in so much pain that he almost died. Yeah, Mama bit him!"

Yu Ren · Thành thị
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280 Chs

Rubbing Salt On The Wound

Biên tập viên: Dragon Boat Translation

Shen Qian and Tan Yao exchanged a glance. Shen Qian picked up his chopsticks and started eating, while Tan Yao hesitated for a moment. Seeing the other two had already begun eating, did he really want to just sit there?

He gritted his teeth and decided to eat as well.

Midway through the meal, Lushen was considerate and asked, "Would you like some wine?"

Shen Qian politely declined.

Naturally, Tan Yao didn't drink either, and of course, Lushen didn't ask him.

What kind of wine could a dog drink?

After two bowls of rice, Lushen felt full and suddenly became excited. "I haven't asked why Young Master Shen, who usually stays in Ning City, came all the way to Jingping?"

Tan Yao's gaze darkened, and he tightened his grip on his chopsticks.

Shen Qian wiped his mouth with a napkin, then his hands, and finally discarded the napkin with graceful and dignified movements.