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His hoarse voice seemed to have been burned by fire, and his old hands were like a pair of hands that had gone through hardships. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes flashing with the pleasure of revenge, "Good night, my lady." No one knows how afraid she is of this pale-haired old man. She has been under his supervision since she was born. He knows all her secrets. The old man looks at her with eyes that are sometimes disgusting as if he hates garbage, sometimes loving, as if she is his daughter. However, what she dared not admit was that sometimes, even like a lover, although he never really took it seriously, she would never forget that look in his eyes. But who would have known that he was once a handsome young man who was praised as a jade in the world?