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... Song Tan’s gaze was so focused that Lun Chuan hesitated, then silently handed over his phone again:
"These are all flowers I’ve grown. The extreme climate in the Imperial City isn’t much different from here. You can take a look at which ones you like, and I’ll think about how to arrange them later."
Song Tan nodded, just about to open the photos when she heard a car horn outside.
She looked up, and sure enough, it was Old Zhao’s big nephew!
She stuffed the phone b ...
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