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Xiao Jindong drank some wine, but he wasn't drunk. He wore a suit and carried a strange perfume. I was as sick of imagining A Ning as I was of the years when I lost my memory.

Xiao Jindong seemed to be too familiar with my disgust. He took off his suit at the door and threw it to the servant, "Throw it away!"

I originally wanted to be angry, but when I saw his stubborn expression