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Li Yundong looked towards the others . "You guys don't mind, right?"


When he received a bunch of nods, he smiled at the girl . "Please," he said, gesturing at the empty seats beside President Cao .


A look of relief formed on the girl's face . She turned to her twin sister . "See? I told you he wouldn't mind, sis!"


Li Yundong smiled at the girl with the blue headband, who looked away shyly .


"Wait . . . Let me see if I can tell you two apart . " L ...

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