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... with this idea?

"I…"

  My best friend was also **** off. She was doing it for the good of that **** girl, An Linger, but she didn't expect the other party to have such thoughts. If that's the case, then there's no need for him to be annoying.

   "Okay, you've said it like this, so what can I do? Since you think this plan is feasible, that's right, I'm ugly!"

  My best friend doesn't care what An Linger thinks anymore, anyway, this is the answer the other party wants ...

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