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... ped around Mu Yueyao’s shoulder.


Mu Yueyao held a wine glass in her hand. It was filled with red wine. When she saw Jing Yang walk in, she subconsciously wanted to put it down.


He didn’t like her drinking.


However, halfway through, as though struck by a sudden thought, her face turned ashen and she slammed the wine glass on the table. The wine glass cracked slightly, spilling some of the scarlet liquid. The young man beside her jumped.


Seeing that ...

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