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Jiang Beihan took the scarf, and frowned, somewhat disgusted, "It's ugly."

In his memory, he had never used such a thing.

This is his first scarf, and Song Wenxin is the first person to knit a scarf for him!

Song Wenxin was stimulated by his words and almost wanted to vomit blood ...

She helped him knit for so long today, but in the end she was considered too ugly ...

Exhausted……

"Don't forget it!" She stretched out her hands angrily to grab the sc ...

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