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... s beside Qiao Nian's chair.
After replying to Guan Yan's message, Qiao Nian placed her phone aside, propped her long and straight legs under the table, and glanced at the waste paper scattered on the ground from the corner of her eye.
Qiao Nian bent down, picked up a piece, and held it to the light.
The white paper was not thick, to begin with. When the light passed through it, the flamboyant scrawl on it became even more eye-catching.
Suddenly finding inspiration ...
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