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... he bumped into those cold black eyes, he was stunned.
His usual sharp tongue suddenly stuttered, "That..."
Gu Qingning remained silent, walking barefoot on the carpet, reaching out to pick up the quilt that fell from the ground.
Looking at the back of his head with his back turned to him, a sense of frustration welled up in his heart.
Gu Che scratched his short brown hair, and suddenly understood A Zhao's helplessness on the phone.
He stepped forward and ...
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