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... was a friend who had played with their circle for so long. Bo Jingxing had always treated her as his sister.

At this moment, when he heard Jiang Xianrou apologize humbly, he did not make things difficult for Jiang Xianrou. He thought for a moment and said, “I’ll communicate with Qin Si in private.”

Jiang Xianrou’s embarrassed expression finally eased a little. “Thank you, Brother Bo.”

The next second.

Bo Jingxing’s next words froze Jiang Xianrou’s expression.

...

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