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... ot even stood up straight, with a cold and proud face on an overly young face.

Li Zhanchuan turned around and gave the woman sitting under the wall a cold look, "Mind your own business."

Tan Jinxue was not angry, she still had a smiling face, and said earnestly: "You are like this, it is easy to leave a bad impression on future leaders."

Li Zhanchuan raised his eyebrows.

He looks very handsome, but he doesn't have a half smile, and looks very sharp.

"Oh, what d ...

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