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Cheng Jiahui frowned, "Little Yu, this ?" What should he do, this was Song Xiaoyu's work when he participated in the competition.

Song Xiaoyu did not say anything, but coldly looked at the picture that he had painstakingly painted last night, which now looked like this.

"I know who it is. I must know it's her. It must be her. We just had a conflict with her yesterday