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But as soon as he entered, he didn't see Rong Chen's figure.

Cheng Xiu panicked.

"Deep?" Cheng Xiu hastily ran inside with a panicked expression, but no matter how hard he tried to shout, he couldn't reply.

Finally, Cheng Xiu's gaze fell on the desk.

There was something Cheng Xiu felt familiar with.

The painting that she had bought from the poor scholar