Wen Ting sneered: "Miss Song is not very old, but her tone is not small. Song Yixi's face was still cold, and his voice was tense: "If you don't believe it, you can try." Wen Ting didn't seem to take her seriously, shook his head, and said lightly: "Rujing, I'll give you a choice...

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