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Situ Xianxian smiled awkwardly. "It's a little hot."

"I'll lower the air conditioning." A wealthy woman quickly stood, picked up the remote, and turned the temperature down again. Situ Xianxian hurriedly closed her phone screen, not understanding why that man, Soul Celestial Saint, had suddenly started talking so sweetly.

"Young Holy Lord's Wife, come, try this fruit wine