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However, Lin Jingsheng seemed to misunderstand her words. The quiet place she said was just a place like a coffee shop, where he drove her to a private, high-class place. She followed his footsteps and walked through the hall with a smile.
She refused the chair he pulled out and sat down on the beige couch, with her bag on her left hand and her hands on her knees, sitting straight and upright