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"Don't pick it up." Fenghann's cold voice was like a bucket of cold water poured over Qianzhaozhao's face.

Qianzhaozhao stopped. He didn't understand why Fenghann had suddenly become so cold from his previous gentleness.

She slowly raised her head and saw his sharp chin, making him look like a Daofeng.

"It's fine, I'll go get a broom." Qianzhaozhao stood up, holding a few pieces of glass