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... very small, but it was quiet in the hall, so people around could still hear it.

"Go to the stage, take a microphone, I want to speak." Huai Kebing said.

"Okay, Huai Shao." Chen Tiansheng stepped over Fan Yeying and walked towards the stage.

Fan Yeying reached out and grabbed Chen Tiansheng's arm. "What are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said? I let you out!"

Chen Tiansheng followed the phone's aim at Fan Yeying and said coldly, "You can see who made me on the stag ...

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