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... could never reveal any embarrassment on her face. She was always optimistic, inducing Xing Xiaoya’s jealousy.

Xing Xiaoya said, “Don’t you hate me?”

Qiao An smiled. “Hate an unknown nobody like you? Why bother? Xing Xiaoya, your greatest luck is picking up Xing Chen who was suffering from amnesia. Otherwise, you and I will always be from two different worlds. I’m with the high and mighty clouds and moon, and you’re just an ant in a ditch. It’s a waste of my time to argue with a ...

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