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Then, a cup of milk tea was handed to her.
Song Qingyou subconsciously opened her mouth, but then she thought of something and looked up again.
“Didn’t you want to drink it?”
” I don’t want to anymore,” Jiang Zhihan lied without batting an eyelid.
“Are you that fickle?”
Song Qingyou casually complained, but her movements weren’t slow as she took the milk tea.
“Is it delicious?” Jiang Zhih ...
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