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The ones coming out were none other than Liang Manyue and Mo Shiqian.
And moreover—
Her hands were hooked onto the man's arm, that's right, hooked.
When their eyes met, his eyes stirred with faint ripples, but they were just a little, still very dim, as if there was a glimmer of light.
Chi Huan stood there, suddenly unable to move, as if she had been hit hard with a stick, stupefied, even so, she still felt... this was probably a dream.
Mo Shiqian would never do such a thing.
She didn't move, Ning Youran did.
She bit her lip, took a few steps forward, and swung a slap towards Liang Manyue's face.
But her hand didn't touch that face, it was intercepted.
As for who, there was no doubt.
As calm as Chi Huan's reaction was, Ning Youran was equally enraged, she looked at that handsome face and angrily said, "Mo Shiqian, what do you mean by this?"
The man replied indifferently, "You'd better not hit again."
"What do you take Huanhuan for?"
