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... s go too.” Qiao Nian pulled up the zipper of her sweater and turned to leave.
However, Ye Wangchuan grabbed her left wrist and stood rooted to the ground. His tone was still the same as before, taking on the personality of Young Master Ye from Beijing, as he asked in a lazy tone, “Are you angry?”
Qiao Nian frowned, not shaking off his hand. “No.”
Ye Wangchuan looked unconvinced.
Qiao Nian rubbed her eyebrows with her other hand. Looking at his hand holding hers, h ...
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