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... ion list, looked through all unread messages, and replied where necessary.

She unexpectedly found a message from Wen You that she had read but not replied to.

At that time, she was talking with the Empress, and when her brain-computer interface beeped, she only glanced at it and didn’t reply.

Then she turned around and forgot about it.

Qu Tong grinned slyly and kindly responded, “Lemonade can’t be made? Who told you to bite into it directly?”

The reply cam ...

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