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"Hahaha, you want a lead singer with over ten million fans, and here you are stacking up numbers like it's a buff. Have we really piled up enough to use our sheer numbers to touch their hearts?"
Zhou Yuanyuan laughed so hard she could hardly stand up straight, exclaiming, "Oh my, I can't laugh anymore, my stomach hurts so much, I'm running out of breath. Hahaha, Yang Yuran, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You want to make me the first person to die from laughter."
"I'm not trying to amuse."
Yang Yuran said earnestly and formally, with a calm emphasis.
"I've thought over all the sad stuff from the past few years, and I still can't stop. Quick, say something to make me miserable, I can't take it anymore, hahaha..."
Zhou Yuanyuan, seeking help, held onto Yang Yuran's arm.
Yang Yuran's eyes flashed, and she spoke softly, "Fan Sirui got drunk and confessed he likes you , and you fiercely told him you like your brother, turning him into a playboy of love."
