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Ji Chicheng was the old man’s favorite, and he had, in a way, just taken their side. It would certainly be beneficial to ingratiate himself with him and foster a good relationship.
"Uh..." Anning’s little heart fluttered as she turned her gaze toward the man beside the old man, gracefully sipping his milk.
His pale hand, long fingers, holding a transparent glass of milk, even the light reflecting off his smooth, rosy nails was elegant.
The rim of the gl ...
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