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Xia Yihan stared at Ye Zimo's leaving figure in a daze. Ye Zimo's indifference had not appeared for a long time. Gritting her teeth, she chased after him.

"Wait!" Xia Yihan caught up with Ye Zimo who was about to leave the garden, so Zhang Fengyi tactfully left the space for the two of them.

"Why did you come out without a lot of clothes?" Ye Zimo frowned