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Yan Qingyi looked at her awkward and shy appearance and was puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"Cough, cough!" Xing Yumiao cleared his throat. His head was lowered, and his face was turning redder and redder. "Big sister Si Rui, um … I came to list the fakes, but I didn't tell my mother, so …"

"This is a good thing!" Yan Qingyi smiled