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In the evening, SF came back. Mo Yuan squatted at the door, looking at Shang Fei, whose silver hair was fluttering in the wind. She was like a hooligan whistling. Her pretty face was full of satisfaction as she watched the show, "Girl, give me a smile."

Shang Fei: "Mo Yuan, I don't remember teaching you that. Who exactly are you?"

Shang Fei's eyes twitched as he held his forehead helplessly