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Lin Ange raised her wrist to check the time. The hour hand had already pointed to eight in the morning. He bit his lower lip in anger as he scolded with a resentful expression on his face.

"Lu Yiyao, it's already 8."

"It's still early."

Lu Yiyao held her hand and put her in his pocket. He opened his lips and replied lightly.

"It's eight o'clock