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... nchen smiled faintly.” I don’t mind coming here often to loosen the soil. After all, a pavilion near the water benefits first. Besides, I’m more charming than him.”

“I couldn’t tell that you were so narcissistic!”

“The matter between you and me has been broadcasted by various media outlets and replayed on a loop. If I can’t catch up to you, I’ll be unlucky for the rest of my life. What do you think? Miss Xia?”

“Even if you continue to pursue me, I will still continue to r ...

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