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"Don't even mention you, I'm about to faint."

Su Youting muttered softly.

An Qingchen didn't refute him. Instead, she raised her hand and strongly stroked Su Yan's hair. In her heart, she silently muttered: "Idiot!"

"Stop rubbing, it's a mess."

As Su Yan was tidying his hair, An Qingchen's cell phone rang. The screen displayed a long string of numbers, but there were no comments