A Dish Best Serve Cold

A Dish Best Serve Cold

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He is a waste in the eyes of his wife, an oil bottle in the eyes of his mother-in-law, a pauper in the eyes of relatives, and a joke among all the population. He suffered humiliation in the eyes of his wife for three years. Until one day, your biological father came to the door and told him that as long as you want, you can own the whole world, and you are the real giant. "When you stand up, the whole world will be under your feet!" Author: Fan Ye Mu autumn orange Category: Urban
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