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"I'm giving you a greeting gift inside. Take it." Xue Min acted like a boss lady.

Fu Yingying stuck out her tongue. She smiled and received the gift from Xue Min's hand, a trace of barely noticeable disgust appearing in her eyes. Then, she opened the white paper bag.

In our bags, the same smartphone, mine a faint rosy hue.

But for Fu Yingying, it was the color of noble champagne