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Qiao Xiaoxiao could feel Mu Zehao's heavy and even breathing. His arm was always around Qiao Xiaoxiao's waist, but Qiao Xiaoxiao didn't feel panicked at all. Instead, she was surprisingly clear-headed, and along with Mu Zehao's breathing, Qiao Xiaoxiao organized everything that happened in the past few days.

She was sure that the real Mu Zehao should be under their control