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Ever since he had torn up the invitation card in front of Ji Zhirui, Ji Ting had sent two cards to his personal mailbox every day. Each time, the invitation card was thicker than the last, and it was only after he had used scissors that the card could be destroyed.

"May I ask who is Miss Qin? Here's your delivery. " The courier shouted from the door. Everyone turned to look at Anfey