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“Zhizhi, I want to talk to you.”
Nan Zhi looked at Bo Shaoxiu’s eyes, which were bloodshot like he had a number of sleepless nights. She frowned and said with a cold expression, “We have nothing to talk about.”
“I’m going to marry Nan Yao.”
“Congratulations.”
When she congratulated him, there was no hint of longing or reluctance in her eyes. There was only cold indifference.
A pained expression flashed past Bo Shaoxiu’s brown eyes and he said in a ...
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