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“Mr. Huo, are you alone? If I’d known, we could have dined together.”
Lin Yize spoke with sincere tones, making it sound quite convincing.
But Huo Tingxiao wasn’t a three-year-old child, he was very clear about what this man was up to.
His gaze fell on Mu Lan, faint yet piercing like little knives.
Mu Lan chuckled nervously, instinctively explaining.
“Originally, several people were invited, but the senior said they were all working overtime, ...
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