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Xu Zhuyu swore that this would definitely be the first time he ran into a woman's bathroom.

Chu Zui was sitting on the marble floor in the corner, hugging her legs and not moving.

"Zui?" His expression froze, and he apologetically nodded to the few women in front of the mirror who were washing their hands and dressing themselves.

Modern women don't care so much about it