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... cold sweat as he continuously bowed and apologized, his humble desire to survive palpable.
Mo Yinhe couldn’t be bothered with him and coldly snorted, "Aren’t you going to scram?"
The young man clutched his tray and scurried away; a large-scale social death scene indeed.
Si Mingjing turned her head back around, placed the glass of milk on the table, and smiled as she began eating breakfast with a knife and fork.
Mo Yinhe teased her, "Darling, your charm is too muc ...
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