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... s written ‘Jiang Qi’s Treehouse’.


Lin Zi Rui looked at the bookstore’s wooden door and looked at the walls outside the shop. He was momentarily mesmerised by the store’s exterior.


Looking around, he opened the door and entered the store. He could immediately spot Jiang Qi who was reading on the sofa.


Jiang Qi had also come back from Ke Yan’s office not too long ago and saw Lin Zi Rui entering. He stood up instantly and smiled, “How come you’re here?” Jiang Qi didn’t ...

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