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... he person in the picture was Ye Zhi.

In the photo, Ye Zhi had just finished shopping and was preparing to pay and behind her were several rows of men’s clothing.

Several bags were placed beside Ye Zhi’s feet. Judging from the logos printed on the bag, they were all luxury items.

Even if Ye Zhi bought luxury items, it was no big deal. After all, which female celebrity wouldn’t buy branded clothes? However, Ye Zhi also bought several men’s clothing which implied something else.

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