ploded between Tang Xueying and Yang Yiy, like a bomb."You... you... You already have a fiancé" Yang Yiyī widened her eyes in disbelief.>>Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to transl..."Ouch... It hurts so much, Uncle Song, it's Angela!"

Let go of your people, I am Dalena...

Song Jiuzhou saw them, and instantly guessed what was going on.

His niece should have taken a peaceful approach, not wanting to hurt them, but they were relentless, so she got beat up.

" all the servants.< < > Ché Sùyún continued to stroke Song Dajiang's back, no longer provoking him.>Song Dajiang's heart finally softened a little, unlike the stone-like rigidity it had just possessed...