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In the lounge, Shermie was happily eating the fruit platter the festival group had given her.
In the end, she found that Zhong Qiu was deep in thought from ti to ti, and he would look at her from ti to ti with a conflicted expression.
Xia Bo thought for a mont and took out the grape she was about to put into her mouth. She handed it over. Mr. Zhong, do you want to eat so? ‘
Zhong Qiu was speechless.
“You can eat it yourself!”
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