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... d, and her movements froze as her voice also halted in time.
Zhou Luchen stood between the doorways, the silvery white crystal lamps above casting light on his face, which bore an ingrained sense of cold fatigue.
After a few breaths, Shen Jing covered her face. Had she spoken ill of him? Definitely not. Even if she had, she wouldn’t admit it.
Zhuang Ming, very sensibly, stepped forward to take the document bag from Zhou Luchen’s hand.
"The main course was personal ...
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