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Zuo Linyu had a sharp face, when he was calm, he appeared to be especially distant. At this moment, his brows were furrowed, and Song Qingyu felt the temperature around him had dropped by a few degrees. Just as Song Qingyu was flabbergasted, his wrist was tightly grasped by him, and he no longer said a word.

Dragging Song Qingyu along