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... knew that she definitely didn’t know.

“With who?”

You You asked, but she didn’t really care about this question.

Hua Yingzi’s interpersonal relationships were completely different from her social circle.

Someone who could get engaged to Hua Yingzi would definitely be a match for her.

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She didn’t know those rich second-generation heirs, so she didn’t care who she was engaged to.

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