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"I don't agree."

The next afternoon, Xiao Leng was sitting in front of Gu Qiangwei's bed with a bowl of steaming hot porridge. His originally smiling face was now serious.

Seeing Xiao Leng like this, Gu Qiangwei also snorted. There was a hint of dissatisfaction on her face. A pair of big watery eyes stared straight at Xiao Leng. Unfortunately, even so, Xiao Leng was still unmoved