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... came off the taxi, Fu Yu Shen chased after Song Yan in a panicky state. As soon as he came out of the building he been going on and on about whether he was alright after taking that drink from the man in SoftAi, but Song Yan hasn't even looked at him except for the one time before they left the company and had told him that he was completely fine.

But that was nowhere enough to make him feel better instead he was even more startled by her nonchalant attitude of hers.

" Tsk, he is ...

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