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Fu Chijing could tell that Tong Qing had something on her mind, but he did not rush to ask. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and stole a moment before finally letting her go. Tong Qing escaped and sat on the sofa farthest from him, her face guarded. Fu Chijing gave a helpless smile, picked up the intercom phone, and asked, "Should I have Soong Shi bring in some dessert?" Tong Qing pouted