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Chen Xu chewed carefully. The compressed biscuit was very hard, and the texture was quite poor, but the taste was unexpectedly good. It was scallion flavored.
He swallowed the biscuit in his mouth before speaking, "Go ahead."
Xia Jinse held the bitten biscuit in her hand and slowly said, "I need private space, at any time. You can't come close."
"Heh..."
Chen Xu couldn't help but laugh, not hiding the sarcasm in his laughter.
"What's so funny?"
Xia Jinse's face turned somewhat cold, and at that moment, her gaze gave Chen Xu an odd feeling again, as if he was facing a company leader.
He was a bit curious about what this woman did in real life. Anyone who could create a sense of oppression with just a glance surely wasn't ordinary.
However, this was his dreamscape. Even if Trump showed up, he would fearlessly go head-to-head.
"Your request is kind of ridiculous."
