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Jing Zhuozhuo frowned as she glared at the masked guy. His job was always so picky, leaving her with no place to vent her anger.

At this moment, Jing Zhuozhuo had already been attracted by the item in his hand. However, she couldn't let go of her pride to cater to him, so she could only stand on the spot with a frown.

The masked man wasn't angry. Instead, his lips curled up into a smile