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... chest and abdominal muscles. “Do you need me to remind you, Mrs. Gu, this is our room.”

Meng Nianyao looked at him expressionlessly. Gu Wencheng smiled again. “Mrs. Gu, when Ping Yang is checking in, you should be by her side.”

Meng Nianyao was speechless. She picked up the bedside phone and called the front desk. “Hello, please help me…” Before she could finish, Gu Wencheng took the phone away and hung up.

“Mrs. Gu, should I remind you of your identity again? Living with m ...

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