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... hless by Tang Yanqi, then he wouldn’t be Sheng Jianan.
Sheng Jianan bent down and pinched Tang Yanqi’s chin, a cold sneer on his lips: "Tang Yanqi, are you sleeping on such a small sofa to show me that I’m mistreating you? Heh, nice calculation."
Tang Yanqi frowned and forcefully pulled her chin out of Sheng Jianan’s hand. She had figured it out; Young Master Sheng was a conspiracy theorist with a persecution complex.
She met Sheng Jianan’s gaze without arrogance or submi ...
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