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Lu Yiyao was silent as he followed her and sat on the sofa, which was a little closer to her.

Lin Ange moved to the side, but Lu Yiyao kept pressing on her.

Finally.

Some woman had retreated to a corner of the sofa. There was no escape.

Lu Yiyao coughed lightly and looked at her with his deep eyes.

"What are you hiding from?"

"How am I hiding?"

Lin Ange refused to admit it