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Bing Xuan's face turned ugly.

From her point of view, there seemed to be only Heng Yanlin in front of her right now, and he should be one of her people.

As for the rest of the guys, they couldn't be so sure.

After thinking about this, his expression changed.

As she stuck close to Heng Yanlin, naturally she was getting closer to him.

Heng Yanlin felt the other party's strangeness