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... ngzhou?"

  Song Qingyou instantly decided to strike first.

  No matter what happened just now, she must first blame Tang Zinian.

  Tang Zinian originally saw Song Qingyou and wanted to explain a few words, but he didn't expect the other party to react so quickly. After he finished speaking, the person had already arrived in front of him.

  Tang Zinian wanted to dodge, but Song Qingyou grabbed his coat.

   "Sister Yuyou—"

   Tang Zinian still had the hear ...

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