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The group of young talents in the living room, at most in their forties, all looked at Xu Huanxi in unison, sizing her up from start to finish, as if she was an extinct species.

The corner of Xu Huanxi's mouth twitched. Why are all of you looking at her like that? Is there something on her face? Although she was already used to people looking at her, the wood was fine in the forest