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Zhao Jiner didn't blame him, after all, her luck was indeed a bit too bad. But deep down, she couldn't help but feel a little sad.,Zhao Jin'er was a little surprised. At fourteen years old, she had never seen any man in Meng Village speak their grievances to their wives. Her uncle, however, would punch his wife whenever they disagreed.,Looking at Zhao Jiner, it took her half a day to squeeze out such a sentence. The man's lips curled into a smile.。