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... forward, but Bai Wuchen held him back: "Forget it, let her go."

After a while, the proprietress handed the key to the two with a smirk on her face: "Your key, the fifth room upstairs."

Bai Liyi didn't answer with a stern face, but Bai Wuchen took the key and dragged him upstairs.

Shang Si Zhan put Shi Qian down as soon as he entered the room.

Shi Qian understood how worried Shang Sizhan should be after hearing the news, and also understood his emotions at the mom ...

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