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Tong Qing felt that Fu Chijing was really mean. And yet she liked the way he was anyway. "Sigh," Tong Qing said, patting her head as she let out a helpless breath. Zhang Shijie chewed on his bread and spoke around the mouthful. "Boss, what are you sighing about?" "Nothing." "Don't tell me you're worried about the performance," Zhang Shijie guessed