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... , which Lin Qiao couldn’t understand. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "What do you mean by how much do I want?"
Recently, Song Tingfan, who hadn’t been stuttering, started to stutter again, "Betrothal... gift."
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman burst into laughter and teased, "Who’s giving me a betrothal gift?"
The young man blurted out, "I am." After saying that, his face turned bright red, almost as if it could bleed.
If anyone else had said this, Lin ...
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