Suddenly, Lin Hanxing's sharp eyes scanned her surroundings. Her intuition told her that a dangerous aura was spreading.
And it was very familiar!
He took out his phone and opened WeChat.
Xing Xiaoxing,"where's ah Xiao?"
Very quickly, the other party replied.
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Xing Xiaoxing was speechless.
As the two of them were chatting, Zhan Nanheng made a move on stage.
He suddenly walked off the stage, attracting countless crazy screams, hoping to attract a little attention from their idol.
But their male God, Zhan Nanheng, only carefully carried the bouquet of flowers and walked towards a certain someone.
Xing Xiaoxing: " I'm going to tell ah Xiao that you wanted to sell him to han mingmei for the sake of your reputation. &Quot; my dog head " serve ".jpg
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Lin Hanxing raised his head subconsciously.
“……”