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Qiao Yanran extended her hand to receive it.

As if by chance, Li Jingan's hand touched her slightly cold fingertip, and he quickly retracted it.

Qiao Yanran finished her tea, reached into her pocket for a silver tael and placed it on the plate.

I'm not short of money.

This was a bowl of tea. It was their first time meeting, so the guest had to take out the money