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Lan Qingjia's son, Ran Ran, fiercely clenched his fist, a trace of intense hatred flashing in his eyes.,Now, I'm sitting in your place, using the money you earned, spending your dowry, and even drinking what's yours. It really isn't pleasant at all!,Grab the tray's knife and plunge it deep into Lan Qingjiao's heart.。