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... ere in love were completely true!

These days, there have been rumours circulating on the Internet, but the scandals that have become more and more intense were not as shocking as the intimate moment that they witnessed with their own eyes!

Gu Ren really had a relationship with Ye Zhi and their relationship was very unusual.

He didn’t even look at anyone else around him as he hugged Ye Zhi and walked straight forward.

Gu Ren walked beside Cheng Qi and his footsteps did not ...

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

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Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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