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The Mid-Autumn Festival Gala had come to an end. Everything was perfect except for the small episode of Dongfang Qingyu. This night would become a beautiful memory for every guest.

"How is it? Did you agree?" Zhu Feihai asked in a low and anxious voice.

"No." Brahma looked left and right, and when he realized that no one was paying attention, he said carefully