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... ng leaned back into his chair and, although it was a subtle movement, he exuded elegance. “Mm,” he replied casually. Pausing briefly, he wanted to ask, “Then why were you there that day?” But before he could, Qin Zhi’ai turned over and said, “I was there to meet a friend.”
Frowning, he turned and took one glance at her before assuming a composed expression. Picking up from where she had stopped, he asked, “What friend?”
“Hmm…” To make the atmosphere less tense, Qin Zhi’ai sincerely p ...
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