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Qiao Anxia pursed her lips, still in a daze.

The servant's voice came from outside the living room, "Sir, dinner is ready."

"Go eat, go eat." Qiao Anxia pushed Mo Hancheng frantically, while her face blushed.

Mo Hancheng lowered his gaze and smiled. He feigned a slight smile and said, "Good, I'm hungry." As she spoke, she lowered her head to bite her lips