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... put on light makeup. Nonetheless, her simple fashion: cropped jeans, white sneakers and single white shirt managed to accentuate her stunning figure completely.


That was when a stream of memories streamed up to his mind’s eye.


“Wang Siyu, Chief Wang’s daughter?”


“She got me to give her lesson on maths in her third year in high school, even developing feelings for me which ultimately ended in a confession?”


No wonder she was blushing when she saw hi ...

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