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... asual chat, when Second Uncle Qiao’s son Qiao Song suddenly asked: "Lianlian, you’re only twenty years old, have you graduated from university?"

"Qiao Song!" Uncle Qiao’s son Qiao Lang glared at him displeased, then looked apologetically towards Luo Lian: "Lianlian, don’t take it to heart, Qiao Song is just like that—speaking without thinking. You’re only twenty years old, there’s still plenty of time."

Luo Lian smiled faintly: "I graduated with a bachelor’s degree last year, and ...

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