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Ding Qian looked at Zhang Xinran gently and confidently. This woman was in her mid-thirties. Her facial features were pretty and her temperament was refined. Although she was no longer a young girl, she had the calmness and calmness of a mature woman. This kind of talented and beautiful woman could be said to be a perfect combination, but Ding Qian couldn't find any traces of joy in her