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... he entrance, taking the microphone and walking steadily.

Now he is not Li Zhan, but Wen Xiaoji, Wen Qing's son and a member of the Wen family.

Once upon a time, he was a star with a handsome face and a good voice. His rich emotional voice, performing the song "to you"

He will be your bridegroom, and from now on he will be your companion for life.

Everything about him will be closely related to you. Both good and evil should be considered.

She will be your ...

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