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... uo didn't intend to delve further, sitting on a chair by the floor-to-ceiling window, his shirt was cold and clean, and no blasphemy was allowed.
Jiang Li'an breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that her palms were sweating. She glanced at Shen Qingzhuo again, and made sure that the other party was not paying attention to her side, so she dared to take out the phone, and saw the question mark sent by Mr. Shen, the corner of her mouth twitched warped.
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