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... to give up, Mu Yunyu said, “Yang Yang, I love you! ”


Uh!


However, what he said Made Xia Weiyang not know how to respond.


“Yang Yang, you are a smart girl. You should have known that I love you. ” Mu Yunyu looked at Xia Weiyang with gentle eyes.


However, Xia Weiyang felt that it was very invasive.


This was the first time she had seen Mu Yunyu like this.


“I’m getting married. ” Xia Weiyang reminded the person in front of her.


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