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... n thought, he heard some commotion—it seemed the hotel staff had arrived with his meal.
Qin Yun opened her eyes, watching with a half-smile as the staff entered one by one, setting up a folding table and carefully feeding Fang Zhou breakfast.
She sneered inwardly: Huh? This is a caregiver? Their presence is more imposing than some big shots.
Fang Zhou, on the other hand, accepted the service with ease, as if this kind of treatment was nothing new to him.
“Presiden ...
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