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"No sight," Yang Mengchen had yet to speak when Long Xuanmo already coldly declined, "we're going back to the grand hotel for a meal."
Nangong Ling Fei pouted, "Prince isn't Ninth Sister's what and what, so what gives you the right to make decisions for Ninth Sister?" If he couldn't get Ninth Sister to come, Mother would definitely skin him alive.
Long Xuanmo's face immediately darkened, and his eyes icily fixed on Nangong Ling Fei, but in his heart, he had to admit Nangong Ling Fei was not wrong.
He really wasn't anything to Ah Jiu, nor did he have any right to make decisions for Ah Jiu.
Unobtrusively tugging at Nangong Ling Fei's sleeve, Luo Jingrui gave a subtle shake of his head, signaling to Nangong Ling Fei not to be reckless.
