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Fu Weichen, "..." Then, he looked at Song Xiaoyu. Song Xiaoyu threw away the brush, and then looked at the handsome man in the house. His face was painted with a thick layer of color.

Fu Weichen remained silent, standing at the side, feeling as though he was truly angered to death by her.

"Why are you so quiet when you're walking?" Song Xiaoyu said, and then pulled him home