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... ath the air conditioning as she lifted her eyes to the man approaching her, her legs unconsciously drawing together.

The man’s arrival was quite imposing.

While Jiang Mian was lost in her thoughts, Fu Sichen had already snatched the script from her embrace.

His handsome fingers lightly flipped through the pages.

Inside, the character played by Wei Zhouchen was a student, yet he resolutely devoted himself to the service of his motherland.

And then he met Ye ...

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