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... such a state. She slept almost an hour later than usual the night before, but after she woke up the next day, she went to the study to study the script without a word.

Liang Xun was exasperated.

He had to go to the company one last time today. He had discussed with his father and applied for two months of marital leave.

He had already planned to let his parents take care of Little Dumpling after the wedding. Then he would accompany Jing Yao to travel around the world.

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