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"Here you go."

Yan Zirong silently took the cup of coffee and looked at the ice-cold expression on Ning Xia's face. Her palms were slightly sweating.

For some reason, the way Ning Xia acted reminded Yan Zirong of Qiao Zi'an. Every time she saw that person, his face would turn cold. It was as if she owed him a million and eight hundred thousand yuan.

"It's really a gathering of the same species