Translator: Pika

  Mei Chaofeng laughed heartily upon hearing the news. “What did I tell you earlier? There’s no way Tan Wei could have been Twelve’s match.”


  His arrogant laughter could not cover the muffled weeping coming from beneath the table. Without hesitation, he slapped the woman who was there. “What are you crying for? Now that Tan Wei is dead, you’ll be mine from now on. I guarantee you that you’ll have a much better life than before!”


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