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... “Hello, Miss Xiao. I’m Weng Jingjing!” Weng Jingjing deliberately called Xiao Lingyu Miss Xiao, not Madam Gong.


After Xiao Lingyu received the call, she asked, “Yes, Miss Weng, what’s the matter?”


Weng Jingjing didn’t expect Xiao Lingyu to be so calm and couldn’t help but be stunned. Then she said, “Miss Xiao, do you know who I am?”


Xiao Lingyu raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, “Of course, I know. With such sensational news on the internet, even if I ...

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