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... happen tomorrow, so I often tell Su Lan that although we’re a little famous now, it’s better not to be too arrogant. Because you don’t know who you’re facing, they might soar into the sky tomorrow. Hence, we have to be polite when we meet seniors and take care of juniors when we meet juniors. This is the way of the world in the entertainment industry. Don’t you think so, Great Manager He?”

This was a warning to Yu Han, as a newcomer, not to be too arrogant. Perhaps Su Lan would become po ...

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“The gods will be blackened, and it is a arduous project to redeem him,” the system said.

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