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"Eh …"

Gong Nanling choked and didn't know what to say next. He could only pick up the cup and sip the tea to cover his embarrassment.

On the other side.

Lu Yiyao and Ye Lingyuan sat on a single sofa, separated by a rosewood antique coffee table.

"A Ling, how is your conversation with Gu Xiran?"

Lu Yiyao tilted his head and asked Ye Lingyuan in a low voice