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... ue’s paralyzed look, and halts the movements on the strings. She rests her chin on a hand, and with a smile that isn’t a smile, she watches the man not too far from her, “What’s wrong? Jun Shang doesn’t like the food that I personally made?”
Di Ming Jue goes silent for a short moment, before he says with a wooden face: “I like it!”
Saying that, he directly sits by the table, picks up the chopsticks, and starts eating.
She watches as he takes the black lumps and places the ...
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