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... elt that Song Sinian’s gaze was a bit dangerous now.
Had her recent act of coquetry failed to fool him?
Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips, wondering if she could find another way through, “Song…”
“Shh.” Song Sinian suddenly pressed his index finger to her lips, his tone low, “Now, let’s talk about the compensation plan, Mrs. Song…”
“…”
The next day, Lu Zhaozhao, utterly exhausted, slumped over her desk in class.
Xu Zhenzhen, seeing her state, couldn’t he ...
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