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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.,The entire villa's decoration was very simple, the room full of Chinese characters for "happiness", yet there wasn't a shred of festive cheer. If it weren't for a large red cheongsam and an elaborate bridal updo, one would think they were attending a funeral.。