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Silence.

The two of them were the only ones left in the huge dining room — one standing, her face grave, the other sprawled, unconscious.

She couldn't give any response.

Nan Ming frowned.

"Qiao Mu?" After two seconds of silence, he suddenly took a step forward, reached out his hand to brush away her silky hair, suspiciously called out her name, and lightly asked