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"How can I be interested?"

A cold voice came from above their heads. Fu Xiaoqian stopped in mid-air and raised his eyes. At some point, Liao Zhenbo had already stood by the railing. His amber, cold eyes gleamed with icicles. On his handsome face, a smile remained, but that smile had yet to reach his eyes.

He felt a sense of pressure that made people stop and then want to escape from his sight