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Yan Xi could not take it any longer, "Zhao Linlin, are you done yet? Who's used to this?" A chestnut struck Zhao Linlin on the forehead, disgust written all over its face.

Although the other party was Yan Xi, An Zhe was still a little unhappy when he made his move against his little fool.

He looked at her with dissatisfaction and snorted, "I'm used to it. How about it? Yi Chen