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... very light laugh.

Several people in charge headed by Mr. Huang turned their heads to look, and saw Huo Yu's lingering smile, and they were shocked.

For the first time in three years, they saw Huo Yu smiling!

"Cough cough."

Huang Lao was so surprised that he was scalded by the hot tea in the teacup, coughed a few times, put the teacup back on the table, and asked tentatively while wiping his mouth with a paper towel, "Xiao Huo, after you saw the portrait, Jiao Baozhen ...

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