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... Jiang Siming, never leaving his side, and transformed into a chatterbox, constantly initiating interactions with Jiang Siming.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

"Little brother, is your voice real or are you using a sound card?"

"Little brother, can I have your WeChat?"

"Little brother..."

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Jiang Siming was annoyed by the questions, really wanting to mute the area voice chat.

But every time, she ...

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