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... haking her head, her lips curling into a smile. Her hands, resting on Ji Chicheng’s shoulder, curled their fingers.
In the deep, quiet night, the hall was empty except for the security and reception staff on duty.
Ji Chicheng carried Ji Anning out as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Once in the car, Ji Chicheng struggled to get Ji Anning into the passenger seat before he got in himself, buckling his seatbelt while dialing his phone on the other hand.
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