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Wang Zheng and Murong Yuyan comfortably lied on the sofa and watched the television. No matter how noisy the noise was, the inside of Wang Zheng's house was so quiet that one could not hear the noise.

Beside Wang Zheng and Murong Yuyan stood a short-haired beauty whose face was like an iceberg. This beauty was naturally Jiang Xinyue, since she had lost the bet