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Song Xi stood calmly in front of the table. Song Laiming really wanted to go back to the days when Song Xi advised her. Why wouldn't he listen?

This was obviously Bai Li that damn girl's trap.

A little girl in her early twenties, Song Laiming had never really taken this little girl seriously.

Whether it was Huo Zeng or Huo Suqian, he knew them like the palm of his hand