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Yue Wan watched as Bo Wenyu entered an empty dressing room, her eyes flashing with a trace of malicious hatred. At the award ceremony, Jiang Xinfeng sat uneasily in his seat, unsure how things were going. Yan Yidao smiled at his expression. "What? Are you worried about Wenyu?" The young man wore a black suit, a faint blush rising on his handsome face. "No." "You’re just being stubborn