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... me is too mighty and domineering, does not fit his pinkpink girlish heart, so he is never allowed to call his Chinese name. If anyone calls his real name, he will definitely let that person feel what a bear is.

Darcy has been working in "MoDe Impressions" for nearly seven years, and has been a cover editor for five years, but has been one step away from the position of editor. Privately, some people say that as long as Xu Yan is in the editor's position for one day, Darcy has no chance to ...

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