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... Yan Qianyi was about to speak, but he strode past her, brushing past without stopping.
She stood there, mouth slightly agape, frozen in place.
It seemed he was quite angry...
His footsteps as he ascended the staircase were heavy, growing fainter behind her.
After Mu Yunlie had gone upstairs, Aunt Xue quietly asked Yan Qianyi, "Miss, are you sure you didn’t have an argument?"
"No, it’s just a bit of a misunderstanding."
"What about these flowers... ...
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