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... it was 8 o'clock?" Yingxiu pushed the plate. "I'm here to cook rice, here."

Shen Jiateng glanced at the plate of chicken bones and smiled calmly: "You have just been photographed."

"What?" Winxiu's expression looks like this: "Σ (° △ ° ||||) ︴

Su Su quickly covered her face with her left hand. Their private room had a large floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor.

"There is a screen curtain, shouldn't it be clear?" She knew it would be too late.

Shen Jiate ...

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