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Lin Xiaoqiao could not help but ask herself, was she overthinking it? The answer was that she was neither his secretary, nor his nanny, nor her lover, nor her wife. At best, she was a thief in his custody.

At this point, Lin Xiaoqiao's face turned even paler.

"Little Qiao, don't think about it anymore. You can't just walk around Matilda all day long. You have to think about it more for yourself