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After Zhuang Qintong finished her sentence, everyone else nodded in agreement, thinking that her words made sense.

Since it was a work of art, money could not measure it.

Qin Yu was also choked by her words.

He wanted to continue arguing, but when faced with Zhuang Qintong's objective smile, he couldn't say anything.

"Xiaochin is right, this is an accident