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Xu Tao pivoted away happily and broke eye contact with Zheng Anru.

Zheng Anru’s expression darkened. She stood there and remained silent. It was a mess inside her head.

She was freaking out for real this time.

“Ms. Ning Xi, how did you get the role of the female lead in this movie?” The reporters asked Ning Xi.

Before Ning Xi could answer, the assistant director Simon Joseph replied, “Simple, that’s because Ms. Ning Xi’s image fits the image of the ...

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