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Liao Zhenbo saw Fu Xiaoqian turn around. His expression began to slowly warm up.

He was carrying a pair of white slippers that matched his own. There was a peaceful smile on his face. He walked towards her. "He extended his palm towards her." Bing Bing's feet were so delicate. I can't soak for too long. It's time to wrinkle the skin. "

Fu Xiaoqian's evasive gaze did not escape his sharp eyes