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Mrs. Holman, who had not taken her eyes off the cheongsam, extended her hand.

Zhuang Qintong, who had always had a smile on his face, couldn't help but panic at this moment.

She stepped forward and tried to speak. "Mrs. Holman."

But Mrs. Holman had already taken off her cheongsam, her fingers caressing the silk, and the softness of her touch softened her eyes. "I'm sorry, Abby