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... since we last met. Did she forget about me?” Yang Jingyi smiled.

“How could that be? She’s been talking about you all day.” Ji Yuanyuan said casually.

The few of them exchanged a few more pleasantries before the waiter began to serve the dishes.

The dishes were served very quickly. After the dishes were served, the waiter left the private room.

The private room quieted down as Yang Jingyi lowered her head to eat.

Fang Xinyi gave Ji Yuanyuan a look, and Ji ...

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