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Three feet in front of Zhao Rong, Luo Xiu halted, performing a graceful curtsey. She softly parted her lips and uttered her second sentence of the evening.
The lady’s voice was melodious and elegantly understated.
"May I inquire if you are Zhao Ziyu, Young Master Zhao?"
Zhao Rong nodded, "Indeed, it is I."
Luo Xiu suddenly raised her head, fixing her gaze on him as she said with lively charm, "This humble girl is quite fond of the young m ...
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