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... ough, Xaio Mohan was standing right by her side.

“This can’t be the guy you were talking about, can it? OMG, how can he be this handsome?” Yao Rong trotted over, circled around Xiao Mohan twice, excitedly hugged Gu Chuyan’s arm, and whispered, “You’ve got great taste, he’s so handsome.”

“Don’t say such things.” Gu Chuyan blushed as she responded.

Yao Rong winked at her and whispered, “Make sure to seize this opportunity, go for it! I’m leaving so I won’t interrupt your fl ...

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