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... Jin, she would never admit it.
Yu Anwan’s delicate and attractive hand gripped the transparent glass. The orange juice swirled inside as she held it. She lowered her gaze, seemingly lost in thought.
Then, with a smile, Yu Anwan looked at Wen Jin and said, “President Wen, did you mistake me for someone else? Coincidentally, I’m not allergic to orange juice, and I quite like it.”
Her tone carried a hint of sarcasm, clearly directed at Wen Jin.
Wen Jin sneered, “The ...
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