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... wrong time?"
Brisk tone, half a smile but not a smile.
Fu Juncheng was stunned, his eyebrows raised lightly, "Huh?"
Gu Qingning picked up a delicate biscuit, took a bite, "Excuse me for chatting with Shen Xiran."
Fu Juncheng had an epiphany, a touching smile burst out of his dark eyes, and there was a faint look of anticipation, "Are you jealous?"
Gu Qingning stood, glanced at him with lowered eyes, shook the half-eaten biscuit in his hand, "Orange f ...
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