C389 Let's Pack up and Go to the Civil Affairs Bureau with Me

At a distance, Qiao Xin'ang was lying on the stone table with her head hanging low. Since she was facing him sideways, Mu Zhengyan could only see half of her face and couldn't see her complete expression.

His thin back was like an abandoned mole.

Lonely and aggrieved.

It was now winter, and the stone benches and chairs were so cold.

Was he too healthy, or had he accidentally fallen asleep?

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