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Qing Ze continued to twine the silver threads in his hands, pulling out the pearls one by one. Without raising his head, he said, "Put it over there."

Ling Su held up the soup awkwardly. Qing Ze was afraid that he would dirty the things on his table, so he wouldn't let her put it down.

Helpless to leave the soup aside, she could only put on a kind expression and ask