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... he did? But how? After all, although they worked in the same building, they rarely interacted with each other as they worked in the different departments.

Moreover, Nico Zhuang was often by the big boss's side. Hence, their encounter was rare and mostly under formal circumstances.

"You like sweets, don't you? This is yours." Unaware of the turmoil of feelings he had been unconsciously stirring in her, Nico Zhuang slid the slice of chocolate cake beside her hot choco before he gl ...

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