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... e."
She nodded at Chicheng, stuttering her thanks, her nervous back beginning to sweat coldly.
What was he going to do? What on earth did he want to do?
The uncle who wouldn’t even help up a fallen oil bottle was suddenly serving her food, an event rarer than Ji Zhengdao doing it himself, unprecedented and likely never to be repeated.
She wondered what grandfather was thinking, whether he had started to suspect?
Ji Anning was so tense she was nearly at bre ...
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