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... her even angrier as she threw the pieces into the bin.

The script she was holding in her other hand crumpled, moments away from being ripped into shreds.

Yu Dong took her coffee and walked to Ren Xinxin, whispering: “What’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know, she’s been like that all morning. I wanted to ask you, didn’t she see you perform last night?” Ren Xinxin asked.

“I was about to go look for her after the show, but she called me and said she had something to do ...

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