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Chiang Zihan walked in and lazily sat on the sofa. He tore off his tie and stretched out his legs. He put his feet on the tea table and didn't say anything for a while.

However, his face was calm and indifferent, without a hint of anger.

I stood in the doorway, holding my breath, watching him carefully, and unconsciously pressed my lips together, not daring to breathe.

Gradually