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... oing to go down to earth secretly to find that mortal Dong again."

   "Yes, Second Sister, you must not tell the emperor and the queen mother, or I will be miserable."

   "Xiaoqi, you..."

   "Oh, second sister, stop talking, I'm leaving, whoosh!"

   "Poof!"

   Qin Hao, who was working as an assistant director for Yang Qing, couldn't help grinning when he heard Xiao Xier's onomatopoeia.

  Yang Qing finished the shot with great concentration, then clapped ...

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