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Feng Ling's voice was always cold, cold before amnesia, indifferent to others, but after amnesia was a little sheep, it seemed proper, can play some small smart, but in fact, it was stupid can.

Qi Chuang told the driver to drive and looked at the dumb woman, "How am I messing with you?"

"You said you would help me. I was scolded so badly by your mother just now