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"Qingle, are you up?" Lu Wenhua had regained his composure. His smile was so fake that it was fixed.

Pei Qingle made a conflicted expression and walked to the dining table with her head lowered.

She did not intend to forgive Lu Wenhua so quickly. After all, it was a kind of pleasure to look at her prey in such a hurry.

However, she had to learn to control the speed of time