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Chiang Zihan finished the last mouthful of milk in his cup, he picked up a napkin to wipe the corner of his mouth in a lazy and reserved manner.

When he looked at me, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly. He had a faint smile on his face.

Only then did I notice that he seemed to be just making fun of me.

I intentionally withdrew my expression, lowering my head to stir up the steaming soup