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... mug expression, immediately wanting to reach out with her claws to scratch him.

Are you kidding me! Manager Ying was shocked internally.

Did this guy really find an epic space treasure?

This guy must be an illegitimate child of Infinite City. If not, she’d eat Gu Qingyi.

“Ahem, Manager Ying, calm down.”

Seeing Manager Ying whip out her cat paw, glowing with light, Lu Ran quickly said:

“No intention of showing off, just wanted to share the joy.”

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