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Shen Wushuang glared at Ye Qiu angrily and snatched the roast chicken from his hand. "This princess has been worrying about you here all night, but you don't know where you went to be romantic and happy." How can I let you get cheap and sell well at the same time? This roast chicken is just a taste of my fear. Don't even think about leaving it to those immortal guards....