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... shed over and bumped into MO Nianchen on purpose. The milk tea in his hand spilled onto his white shirt.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Did I dirty your shirt? Um, give me your number. I’ll return it to you after I’m done…”
Li Shengxia was speechless. What a lousy way to strike up a conversation. Drunk. You’d better give up on this idea. This person in front of you can be as cold as he wants. Let alone asking for a phone number, it’s difficult for him to even give you a look!
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