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Jiang Xinfeng kept talking nonstop. Yan Yidao looked at him expressionlessly, and a trace of disdain flashed across his eyes. "Aiya, my brother. You have to keep up your image. If your fans see you like this, what are you going to do?" the manager quickly tried to persuade him. In the eyes of outsiders and fans, Jiang Xinfeng was a cold, abstinent prince. But in private