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Song Xiaoyu, "..." That's what she said.

Fu Weichen raised his head, glanced at Song Xiaoyu, and asked: "Do you want to make a big one or a small one?"

"Big, how big is it?" Song Xiaoyu asked because Mr. Fu's expression was truly too serious.

"You can get as big as you want."

Song Xiaoyu nodded, "En, it's good to be rich. Mr. Fu, can I tell you a novel? It's about a marriage. "

"Mm, go ahead