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... t expect it to be like this. It seems like fate brought us together,’ Lin Miaoxue thought to herself.

Lin Miaoxue continued chatting idly with Yang Yu Ling. She only told her a few trivial details and did not reveal anything about Jiang Feng.

However, Yang Yiling grew very curious about Jiang Feng’s appearance as they continued to chat. To be able to make a beauty like Lin Miaoxue fall in love, he must be extraordinary. She was about to ask Lin Miaoxu to show her his photo again ...

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