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... gh for the girls to go onstage. Si Huang and Feng Manzhu stood in front, and there was a male god who specialized in photography who was in charge of taking photos.

“Ahhhh! Too much! This was too much! Grandpa Su is being hunted down, and you guys are taking a photo together?” Su Yueban’s shouts echoed throughout the stage, causing a burst of laughter.

“If you’re done playing, come up!” Feng Manzhu spoke again. Her gaze drifted over and made the boys dizzy.” Come over and line up ...

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