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Ming Chengkang sat down across from Ye Yu as if he did not know anything. His gaze swept over the four cups on the tea table. Aside from the two cups in front of Old Madam Ming and Ming Qingcheng, which had clearly been touched, the two across from them had already gone cold. Jiang Yining sat in the farthest corner, holding her phone, her fingers moving nonstop