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Xia Zhiyu hung up.

Qiao Ming sat in front of his desk and looked at him standing in front of the french window. The blue glass curtain reflected Xia Zhiyu's tall figure.

Qiao Ming lowered his head and looked at his stomach. He was going to give birth in a month, and felt that it was a bit ironic, because he knew that this man in front of him didn't love him, but he couldn't let go