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... have some leads on the errand you’ve arranged for me to do.” Na Yankun bent down to match her eye level.


“Tell me about it.” Chi Jiao smiled faintly, not expecting to hear from him so quickly.


When the students passing by saw Chi Jiao and Na Yankun standing there talking and Na Yankun’s impeccably respectful attitude, they couldn’t help but take a few more looks at them.


“Hey, Yanyan, isn’t that your sister?” Chi Yan and a few friends were walking out of the s ...

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