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"Ding dong."
The phone in the corner chimed, but Qin Guanglin seemed not to hear it, continuing to sketch at the drawing board.
When he painted, he rarely paid attention to messages. If it were something urgent, people would call instead of sending texts or messages.
On the drawing board was a pretty girl standing among flowers, bending down to sniff them, with one hand slightly tucking her hair behind her ear.
It had been a month and a half ...
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