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... fine black suit of exquisite material draped over his arm.
"Are you here to play thief, Second Master Zhou?"
Sun Qiyan was sitting by the main gate eating a frozen pear, the tiny wooden chair groaning under the weight of the thirty-year-old man. He looked up to see Second Master Zhou, impeccably dressed. His neat and dignified attire still couldn’t hide his inherently rakish charm.
Sun Qiyan chuckled softly. "So properly dressed, I almost didn’t recognize you."
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