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The Icelandic sun shone down on the river. Song Chenyi stood at the door of the bookstore and tried it for the 32nd time today. If he did not wait for Zuo Xi Yan, he really did not know what to do next.

Pushing open the door of the bookstore, he heard a voice, a familiar and unfamiliar voice.

"Boss, did the Northern Tutu I asked for a few days ago arrive?"

Just as Song Chenyi entered