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... coincidence or... does he like her?
Before Wei Lan could ponder deeply, the microwave emitted a signal.
She took out the hot milk, poured it into a cup, and went upstairs.
Pushing the door open, he lay quietly in bed, his brows slightly furrowed, looking rather uncomfortable.
Wei Lan didn’t even want to wake him, but thinking of the headache he would feel upon waking, she still went to the bedside and sat down, waking him: "Special Assistant Yang..."
He mi ...
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