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...
The next day,
as she stood in front of the mirror squeezing toothpaste, she saw her eyes were red and swollen, and they felt sore and gritty, probably from crying. "Is there even a need to ask?"
She turned around and walked out.
...
Mo Shiche took a quick shower and as he came downstairs, he saw the woman sitting at the dining table.
He stared at her gloomily. "If you hate me so much, why did you bother tying up Miaomiao and clinging to me, asking me to accompany you, playing with me?"
"... Mr. Muo, why exactly are you mocking me now?"
As she finished speaking, her phone rang.
Mo Shiche glanced at the caller ID, turned around as he reached out to answer, "Miaomiao."
It was Sheng Miao.
Luo Qiangwei slightly raised her eyebrows, then called out with a coy voice, "Ah, Shiche, hurry over here..."
On the other end of the phone, Sheng Miao was taken aback and stood up abruptly from her chair, "Huangnian... are you with Luo Qiangwei?"
