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Chu Lianyue looked at Qiaolian who disappeared in an instant and shook her head as she sat down.

"Little Master really knows people better than me, Mistress."

Yang Qi held the teapot and poured half a cup of hot tea for Chu Lianyue. The veins on her white arms were very obvious.

"When you ate the pastries just now, she had been swallowing her saliva