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Chiang Zihan seemed to have let out a light breath as he sat on the chair in a carefree manner. His hand was on the armrest and his joints were long.

He just stared at me like he wanted to see through me.

The light in his eyes shone with a cold light, with a hint of ridicule and ridicule.

"Su Qin, it can't be that you're really sick, right? Even your brain isn't working right now