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Fu Xingchen looked at the few lines of words on the paper and a trace of interest finally flashed across his eyes. After reading it, she crumpled the note and threw it in the trash.

Fu Xingchen looked at the cute Zhao Tiantian by his side and suggested, "Tiantian, it's not even 8: 30 yet. How about we go out for a walk?"

Zhao Tiantian had always liked Fu Xingchen