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... ke lunch, do you want to join us?"
Sang Yu stood up, pulling her hand away from Jiang Jingming’s large hand.
The man’s eyes darkened.
Song Zhenhua’s face froze; is this really the time for eating?
He prided himself as an old fox, but now he realized Sang Yu simply didn’t want to help.
Turns out she was just pretending before.
"Sang Yu, just say it, what exactly are your conditions?" Song Zhenhua’s tone turned hard.
Jiang Jingming’s icy gaze ...
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