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... er shouted,”who are you trying to fool? you’re obviously mo ning! Prince Charming, I haven’t seen you for a few months. Did you go to Thailand for a sex change? Although you look good in female clothes, I’m not a lesbian. Please change back!”

“I’m 100% sure that she’s mo ning!”

“Who are you trying to fool? I can recognize you even if you turn into ashes!”

Perhaps Huo ran’s appearance was too shocking, but not many people talked about her being Huo Yunting’s daughter.

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