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... Qin Wenrou: "I saw my sister..."
Lan Yingjun’s face slightly changed: "Say it again?"
Qin Wenrou nervously shook the milk tea in her hand, spilling it all over: "My sister’s ghost..."
Lan Yingjun: "Where?"
Qin Wenrou pointed towards the front row.
But everyone stood up to applaud, blocking the view of the front row.
Where was Qin Xin’s shadow?
Qin Wenrou always mentioned people who had passed away, and Lan Yingjun frowned with some taboo: ...
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