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Qiao'er stared at Long Chen, who was leaning against the wall, laughing dryly. His smile was stiff. Bu Liang wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to.

"Humph!" Yingqiao'er snorted and found a seat to sit at and looked at He Xi.

"Alright, you can go back now. I'll stay in my mother's house for a while. When the time comes, you can come marry me." Yingqiao'er spoke up