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"That wealthy woman has a problem."
"Hmm."
Gu Tao and Xin Chen stood on the terrace, both leaning on the wooden railing, watching the bustling crowd below.
"At a moment like this, if you drop a stick down there, that's the start of a whole other story," Gu Tao suddenly said to Xin Chen, pointing to a masked girl who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen below. "Wanna try?"
"Junior brother... how did you switch from that woman having a problem to the story of Ximen Qing so suddenly?" Xin Chen had always been very curious about Gu Tao's train of thought but could never figure it out. "Can you explain it to me?"
