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The delicate face was gloomy and cynical.
This look appeared on An Yu's cherry blossom-like face, which was really ugly.
Xia Qiu hooked his lips, got up, and raised his hand on An Yu's forehead.
"An Yu! What are you thinking about? You don't even change your slippers! If you don't hurry up, you will be late this afternoon!"
A short cry of pain.
An Yu stared at Xia Qiu again.
"Mr. Lin! Is your self-respect good? If you keep hitting me like th ...
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