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Ji Tingyan looked at the closed door, her heart beating slightly faster. She lowered her head to look at the potato chips in her hand and couldn't help but chuckle. She wasn't stupid. Was Bind Ting trying to express something to her?

As a painter, Ji Tingyan's artistic cells were pretty good. She could feel the delicate feelings between men and women.

"Only now did she say