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"Come to think of it." Liao Zhenbo paused for a moment. He lifted the spoon out of the coffee. He knocked twice on the rim of the cup. Only then did he place the spoon on the saucer. He leaned back in his chair. Those seemingly lazy eyes were filled with a terrifying coldness. Ye Zichen swept his gaze over the person in front of him. Only then did he speak plainly