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At the moment, Li Qingcang was wearing a straight, smoke-grey suit with a white shirt and silver-purple striped tie, which accentuated his perfect, triangular figure. He was sitting leisurely on the sofa with one hand on his lap and his other hand on the handle of the sofa, conversing with Zhang Chengtian with great concentration.
Now, even though Lu Yishuang was exceptionally nervous and uneasy