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During lunch, Huo Subai frowned, "Gao Cheng?"

"Yeah!" Slight Chill bit down on her chopsticks, "Do you think that they are a good match?"

Huo Subai looked at her coldly, then reached out and pulled her hair behind her ears, "Whether it's a proper match or not, the person in question has to think of it himself. In short, everything is possible."

Slight Chill sighed