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... > "Alright, stop crying," Duanmu Canghai wiped away the tears on Zhou Jin’s face, "Smile, and you’ll look ten years younger. Just smile."
Zhou Jin transformed tears into laughter.
Imperial Palace.
The day’s gathering came to an end. After the meal, Mo Qingyi and Duanmu Zhe drove off.
Mo Qingyi was sitting in the passenger seat, turned on the car stereo, and played some of the most popular music, lazily leaning back in the leather seat.
"Are you tired? I’ll ...
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