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... you, it doesn’t matter what you say anyway!" Qi Ming’s eyes widened before he turned his head, "Little uncle, what do you think of my proposal?"
Since Qi Ming had mentioned Wen Shu’s name, Fu Jinghen had been watching Wen Qiao. Seeing her with no particular reaction, contentedly eating her curry chicken rice, he felt very pleased.
After all, it’s just a theme song. As long as it’s sung well, it doesn’t matter who sings it.
Qi Ming also liked Wen Shu, and it was no trouble ...
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