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Wang Jia's mansion, Shi kicked the door open with one foot, still chewing gum, his hands in his pockets, his eyes sharp, yet carrying a hint of laziness.,When Wang Xue heard the name Li Qiulan, her face became even uglier.,It was rumored that the young lady from a wealthy family was gentle, modest, and composed. However, the person before her had nothing to do with being gentle, modest, or composed, neither in her bearing nor her demeanor.。