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Lu Tingyun nodded and casually took off his suit jacket and went upstairs.

Upstairs.

Lee Zhixia leaned on the small Imperial Consort's chair in the room. Her eyes were fixated on the book in front of her, but she was unable to read a single word.

His mind was full of Lu Tingyun's figure.

She couldn't help but sigh softly.

Previously, Lee Zhixia didn't think much of Lu Tingyun