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... ng machine when he was studying, except for textbooks and laws, he didn't have anything else in his eyes, and he never talked about love, let alone chasing stars, so Jiang Wu will pay attention to idol production Such a star-making program still votes with true feelings to help his little idol debut. This kind of thing doesn't look like something lawyer Jiang would do.

"This matter is a long story." Jiang Wu changed his posture, lying sideways facing Shen Mu.

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Su Yangyang: I am indeed incompetent.

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Su Yangyang: Men are really annoying.

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Su Yangyang: Mosquito bites, it was a misunderstanding.

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