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In the dining room, the heavy slam of the door could still be heard.

The second Sang Xiaoyu turned around, Qin Sinian had already let go of the person in his arms. His thin lips didn't move. The flirtatiousness in his elegant peach blossom eyes vanished, leaving only a deep look.

Xiao Zhao was a little disappointed as he couldn't feel the warmth on his neck.

When the afternoon meeting ended