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Leng Yichen's eyes were full of questions.

Ling Haoxuan, on the other hand, turned his head towards Ann Xiaojing.

The way he looked at Ann Xiaojing always made him a little absent-minded.

Ann Xiaojing seemed to have felt the man's gaze on her.

His heart trembled slightly.

It seemed like he quickly understood why Leng Yichen had such a bad face.

"Haha, thank you teacher