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When Ma Dong was about to get on the car and leave, he couldn't help but turn around and face Yao Xiao Hong. "Xiao Hong, that lipstick of yours isn't good, not good."

"Ah, really?!" Yao Xiaohong's face suddenly turned red as she rubbed her lips. She tilted her head to look at the small channel before running over. Squatting down, she splashed water all over the place.

"Right