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ing Ye Feimo and walking into the glittering ballroom. 。This is the Grand Ballroom of the Palace Hotel, a luxurious venue with elegant European Baroque decor. Even the crystal chandeliers are exquisit...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."face darkened, his cold eyes drifted towards Wen Nuan. She shivered involuntarily; Ye Fei Mo's gaze was simply too sharp. She stammered, "I'm not your girlfriend" 。"Huh, that voice sounds familiar. C...