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... le body sank onto the sofa. Her right hand was tucked casually in her jacket pocket, and the index finger of her left hand was intermittently poking her forehead.
Her posture looked casual.
At the sight of the gaze cast by Zong Zhengyu, she played dumb, “Seventh Master, what’s wrong?”
Zong Zhengyu didn’t answer. He closed the document in his hand and threw it aside.
Mu Anan hurriedly said, “Seventh Master, I was taken out to dinner by Chen Hua just before I got ba ...
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