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Song Xiaoyu rolled her eyes. Looking at Qin Han who looked like a dead pig unafraid of being roasted in water, she was a little angry.

Qin Han knew Song Xiaoyu's personality was cold, and didn't normally like him much. However, as a man, she wasn't afraid of him at all.

Song Xiaoyu pursed his lips, "Qin Han, in other words, I am being reasonable with you