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"My manuscript!"

Seeing this, Murong Ming's pupils constricted, not caring about the heavy rain at all. Kneeling on the floor, he picked up the book, afraid that he would be drenched again, and placed it under his fur coat.

After picking up the script, Murong Yu stood up. He wanted to dry the script, so he didn't care about the rain and rushed home.

"Sir, wait for me