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of "Qinglian"," a man with greying hair asked, smoke curling from his cigarette as he eyed Zhu Bingbing and Wen Nuan, along with several other women with a sinister glint in his eyes."Greet them, this...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."fter all, it wasn't the first time Ye Er Shao had gotten involved with female artists under his banner.She wasn't close with them, but she was a star after all. Everyone thought she would get the endo...