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ing International. 。“Ye Fei’s voice was as cold as ice, his gaze swept across the crowd, his domineering aura surging, “The meaning is simple, sharpen your eyes. Whoever dares to touch a single hair... your favorite champagne rose, would you forgive him" Ye Fei Mo asked, his voice low, as if confiding in something. Hearing this, her heart fluttered slightly.I couldn't help but imagine Ye Fei Mo hol...