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... lored military uniform of the Northern Army, looking exceptionally handsome and dashing.

Seeing Luo Ning walk out of the bank, a perfectly calibrated look of surprise appeared on his face.

He stepped forward a few paces, stood in front of Luo Ning, and greeted her with a smile, "Luo Ning, long time no see. I didn’t expect to run into you here."

Luo Ning arched an eyebrow, "Whether it’s a coincidence or not, you know best."

Huo Sichen’s expression remained unchange ...

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