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... g Jingyu suddenly raised a hand, put it on the back of her hand, and patted it gently.
Soft palm, warm.
As if some energy was passed to Gu Nianjia, she looked down at the man in the wheelchair, suddenly not so nervous.
She took a deep breath, and the elevator just reached the second floor.
The door opened and she pushed Zhang Jingyu out.
The restaurant is near the elevator entrance, and the waiter stepped forward enthusiastically to lead the way.
"Zong's ...
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