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... elf.”
Wen Qiao beckoned for Fu Nanli to bring his phone over. The young master had been reduced to a tool. He picked up his phone and listened to Wen Qiao’s instructions before opening Weibo. He wasn’t used to using an app that was only used once every eight hundred years.
“Open the hot search and let me see.”
The young master squinted his eyes and looked at his phone.
Wen Qiao glanced at him in disdain, took his phone, placed her own on the pillow, and turned on ...
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