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The phone was silent for a moment. Then Song Shuyan spoke again, her voice a little more cautious. "We were just chatting when we thought of this idea." In other words, several families were hosting the party together. Jiang Yining gave a quiet "Mm," but pressed on. "Who are they?" Song Shuyan didn’t dare hide anything. If she angered Miss Jiang and Jiang Yining changed her mind about attending