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In the past, whenever Yi Xiuyan was angry, he would habitually bury his head in the study room. But now, he would go to the attic and bury his head in a book. When Ruan Peipei arrived at the attic, she saw Yi Xiuyan holding a book with a cold expression.
The conditions of the attic were never as good as those downstairs, no matter if it was the area or the light