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... strong that she couldn’t move at all.
She lowered her voice and said to Ye Jinghuai through gritted teeth, “Ye Jinghuai, what do you want?”
“Help me choose a formal suit,” Ye Jinghuai said.
An Nuan frowned. “Didn’t you already choose one?”
“When did I choose one?” Ye Jinghuai asked back.
She finally saw how shameless a man could be.
The staff had obviously already brought the suit he picked to him, but hearing Ye Jinghuai's words, the staff scuttle ...
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