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The man stopped looking at Qiao Anxia as he admired the way Qiao Anxia was about to explode. His gaze gradually turned passionate.

"How can this be considered sincere?" Qiao Anxia looked at him warily with a pair of small hands covering her chest.

Staring at her guarded face, Mo Hancheng suddenly bent down and smiled evilly, "Look at your performance tonight