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As soon as she heard Old Master Mu call her "Ning," a crisp, refreshing fragrance instantly enveloped her. Mu Chen leaned in close, his head resting against hers, his arm circling her waist to keep her from slipping away, putting on an obvious show of wanting to eavesdrop. Jiang Yining shot him a sharp glare. She was already pressed near the car door on her other side