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... > Sang Qiao slowly walked back to her spot, clutching the piece of paper in her hand, epitomizing despair.
She turned her head to look at the man beside her and tentatively spoke, “How about I make up a story later, and you pretend to cry a few tears, so we can just muddle through the task?”
“Hmm, let’s give it a try,” Si Chenli chuckled lightly, not directly dismissing her but gently watching her as she racked her brain.
“Okay.” Sang Qiao was already recalling every touc ...
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