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... o, who was standing at the door, listened to the female voice inside. Her words gradually fell, and even the smile on her lips turned expressionless.
With a little force, the door was gently pushed open, and the scene inside fell into Murong Qiao’s eyes.
The woman was leaning against the desk, her plump chest looking a little peach-colored under her arms. Her permed hair hung loosely and flirtatiously on her shoulders, and her smiling eyes were fixed on Huo Yichen. It was as if s ...
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