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The clothes she gave Mo Tingyue, he had never worn them before, they would always be thrown away by the servants.

"Buy it for me again." Mo Tingyue retracted his gaze and looked at her. His tone was gentle, but it was hard to say what he was thinking.

Heh.

Buy him again?

Qiao Anxia's eyebrows held a hint of ridicule as she stared at him with a dark gaze. "Since you've already thrown it away