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... Lui Yan teased his brother.

Liu Yong chuckled and rebuked: "You are spreading rumors!"

Zhou Xiuying gently tapped Liu Lan on the head and asked,

"Why did you ask such a question?"

Liu Lan silently giggled.

Liu Yong realized that he had to confess something. Otherwise, he would be questioned endlessly and unable to avoid the issue.

"I think it's exceptional. Li Changle is also stunning. We can still talk."

Zhou Xiuying and Liu Hongfu exchan ...

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