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... istance between Song Qingchun and Cheng Qingchong was about two meters wide. On the way there, each ruminated on their own thoughts silently, and neither made an attempt to converse with the other.
The worker at the Starbucks recognized Song Qingchun because she was a regular costumer. When he saw her walk in, he went forward to greet her. "Miss Song, why are you here so late at night?"
"Something came up." Song Qingchun smiled politely as she sought out a place to sit. Ch ...
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