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... iring.


"Li gege, what do you say?"


Chu Li had just listened to all the conversations between the two women. When he heard the question of Qin Muyue, he didn't lift his head but simply replied.


"Listen to her."


Hearing Chu Li's answer, Mu Yunjin, who was sitting on one side, slightly raised her eyebrows, and swept a sharp look over Chu Li. It seemed to be a bit strange and surprising that he would give her face today.

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