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Mo Tingyue went back to his room, took off his jacket and walked to the cloakroom.

Unexpectedly, he saw Qiao Anxia's shadow again.

She walked in front of him with a sweet smile, "Tingyue, I designed a suit for you, why don't you try it?"

It's her again! Why was it her again!?

The coat in his hand was thrown at her fiercely. Mo Tingyue turned around angrily