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... st of laughter around her.

Luo Xingguang couldn’t stand watching her anymore, so he walked over and picked her up.

Yes, that’s right, he just picked her up.

Song Yaoyao’s 158cm tall body dangled like a little chick in the hands of Luo Xingguang, who was close to 190.

She was pitiful and helpless.

“Hahahahaha, WTF...”

“This is the truth! Luo Xingguang fans, did you see that? Do you call this hugging or carrying?”

“I came here for a good sho ...

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