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... t the name, Zhan Qipei immediately sobered up a considerable amount.
“You’re not Qiao Jing,” his face grew dark.
Although he was drunk right now, his mind muddled and his vision blurry,
he could feel that the person lying on the bed was definitely not Qiao Jing.
“Who are you? Why are you here? Get out.”
Lan Yinyin lifted the blanket, and Zhan Qipei quickly turned away.
With a “bang”—the door was kicked open from the outside.
Qiao Jing stood ...
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