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"We're leaving."

Qiao Anxia's voice was cold and sonorous.

She rejected him without any hesitation, making Soong Yixue frown in grievance. The hand that held Mo Tingyue's arm tightened, looking like she was about to cry.

At the same time, it made Mo Tingyue angry, "Qiao Anxia, what's with your attitude?"

"Whatever attitude you have, that's what I'm going to do