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... > The morning sunlight, fine as silk, spilled into every corner of the office through the half-open window.
That golden light quietly climbed, coating the office desk, bookshelf, and every pot of green plants with a faint golden glow.
Old Yao watched Qin Sisi walk out of the office, and chuckled, "That Qin, anxious with concern."
He had heard a lot about Lin Chuan and his novels from Qin Sisi.
After all, it was by following the methods described in Lin Chuan's nov ...
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