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"Haha, don't you think they are a good match? That woman's looks are just average, not as beautiful as Yingying. How could she marry our President Qiao?"
The woman with the fresh-faced look snorted disdainfully, "I really wonder what kind of luck she has had."
As soon as Feng Qinglang heard this, he immediately let go of her hand and said coldly, "From now on, you don't need to appear in front of me anymore. Get out of here, as far as you can go!"
The woman was shocked, "Young Master Feng, did I say something wrong?"
"Pah!"
Feng Qinglang spat on her, his face full of disgust, "Do you know what I hate most in this world?"
"What is it?"
The little model Yingying asked nervously.
"It's when someone dares to say anything bad about her!"
