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... eChat notifications kept coming in one after another, but Ji Wei didn’t dare move. She didn’t need to look to know they were from Second Young Master Xi.
Mo Qian, exuding a cold, imposing aura, pulled out a chair and sat down without saying a word.
This made Ji Wei incredibly flustered. She reached out to tug his sleeve, softly calling, "Mo Qian..."
Her eyes shimmered as if brimming with water, gazing at him obediently—so much so that she couldn’t be more well-behaved. He ...
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