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Dongfang Ling emerged with a suave air, something she hadn't felt in a very long time. Here, she had gradually come to understand—is it such a big deal if Qiao Yaoran doesn't like her? Would her life not go on?
Of course, not only would it go on, but it would also be splendidly good.
A foreigner approached, a smile on his lips, and admiration apparent in his eyes as he looked at her.
"Wow, miss, you are incredibly beautiful. But I see you're alone, how about joining us for some fun? My friends are right over there, and they're all very friendly."
The foreigner even pointed in their direction.
In the past, Dongfang Ling would never have joined them, but now, she should learn to embrace a new life; she had to walk the talk.
"Sure!"
She stood up.
She had a youthful face, but her figure was explosively good, not inferior in any way to the foreigners surrounding her.
The foreign men's eyes seemed almost glued to her.
