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... p> Now, looking at Jiang Mingyu's expressionless face, Tang Jinchuan panicked and subconsciously held her wrist holding the plate.
Wash-a moment, put down the small bowl of chicken soup and dumped it, and the soup was also spilled on the plate.
"Miss Jiang, let me come."
Butler Tang grabbed the edge of the plate decisively, but Jiang Mingyu did not expect a flash, and said in a deep voice,
"It's okay, it's my fault, I'll send it downstairs and let someone ...
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