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Jiang Xuan’s hand, shaped like a half-fist, rested against his lips as he coughed lightly twice.
A ring of rosy red blossomed around the corners of his eyes.
It even made his originally pale complexion appear a bit more lively.
The mortal flesh is indeed prone to sickness.
Shen Jing smiled, "Replying to the president, it’s Miss Xia, expressing her concern for you."
If it weren’t for Miss Xia, he wouldn’t dare to reply to WeChat in ...
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