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Seeing that, Lu Zitao threw the towel to the side, got into bed and laid on his chest, "What's wrong? Mourning? Another Young Master Yang? "

"Nope." Chi Yuntian held him by the shoulder, his eyebrows still unrelaxed, "Zi Tao, Bai JIuting …" We saw her tonight. "

"She?" Lu Zitao was a little surprised