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The bald middle-aged man nodded and bowed to the young man next to him. He didn’t notice that there was someone in front of him. Song Qingyou turned sideways to dodge, but the distance was too narrow, and the man still bumped into her arm.
“Who is this? Don’t you look where you’re going?”
The middle-aged man turned his head to look at her in dissatisfaction.
When his gaze landed on Song Qingyou’s face, the hostility in his eyes was replaced by amazement. ...
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