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"Mo Wenjun, you're here?" Ann Yimo was dressed in a bridesmaid uniform. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders and she wore light makeup. Mo Wenjun, who was used to seeing her usually, was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

"Jun-er, don't be rude!" He Xiuqing reminded his son upon seeing him losing his composure.

"Yimo? Is it really you? "This?"

"Mo Wenjun