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... t something to hide.
"Come on, tell me, is it, is it?"
Actually, Wen Qiao was already eighty to ninety percent sure, but seeing Fu Jinghen acting so evasive only made her more determined to get him to admit it.
Fu Jinghen, not in the mood for more nonsense, tried to pull her into the car. But just as he raised his hand, Wen Qiao hugged him.
Wen Qiao shook his arm playfully, "Is it true? Tell me, and I won’t pester you anymore."
Fu Jinghen, helpless against ...
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