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Jin Anxi was slightly stunned, the smile on her face gradually stiffened. Song Qingcheng did not continue to question him, and instead changed the topic: "Do you have time tomorrow?"

He looked straight at Jin Anxi.

"Nope." Jin Anxi's smile had already receded, and her head was drooped. She did not know if Chen Xi Ye would find her for an interview tomorrow.

"Sir, miss's meal."

"Thank you