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Fu Xingchen was stunned. "Secret?"

Tang Yijue pulled her to her feet, smoothing out the hair by her ears, his eyes full of ridicule. "If you want to know, then we'll trade on the same level."

Equivalent exchange?

The corner of Fu Xingchen's lips curled up slightly. He reached out his hand and gently pushed him away. "You wish." He then ran upwards