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"My heart belongs to Rong Xing, and only Rong Xing," Deng Wu said proudly, "but if I don't appreciate beauty and desire to conquer it, who would I be?"
Rong Xing opened her mouth, about to argue, but her expression quickly shifted from indignation to delight as another young man strolled toward them, lazily waving his hand.
Yan Xiaobao was no fool; he quickly deduced that this young man must be Ma Kong. Compared to the others, his hair was relatively short and a fiery red. His eyes were light brown and tranquil, reminiscent of a sturdy tree that would stand strong in any storm.
"What an adorable kid," Ma Kong said upon reaching the group, patting Yan Xiaobao's head like he was some kind of pet before greeting everyone present.
Yan Xiaobao looked at everyone present. He already trusted Rong Xing and Rong Ming. Both had proven in the past few years that they genuinely cared about him, and it seemed their friends were also quite dependable.
