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The atmosphere was a little strange. Yov Yue avoided Zheng Ting's cold gaze and felt a little restless.

It was not easy for both of them to eat their fill before she let out a sigh of relief.

"I heard what you said and ate my meal. Can you talk to me about the magazine now?"

This was the question Yov Yue was most concerned about.

Zheng Ting was unhappy