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... ready able to guess who she was talking about from reading Cheng Zhaodi's description.


She hinted that Chen Liguo was very successful and happened to come across these opportunities but as a result, her activities were inexplicably removed. She stated that this star's private life was extremely chaotic but was too good at pretending, making everyone think that they were a high-quality idol.


Liu Shasha sneered, "She's just looking for death."


Chen Liguo nodded in agr ...

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