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... s belonging to Anjia. The five-star hotel with a height of more than 30 layers looks very elegant from the outside and the decoration is extremely luxurious. An Guangyao's birthday party was held in the lobby on the third floor. The carefully arranged venue, red carpet and various bouquets made the birthday party very festive.

My brother was embarrassed in a wheelchair in front of the crowd. Anze deliberately arrived in advance. When the two arrived, only the receptionist and housekeeper ...

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