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Was that... Chu Qing I just saw?
Lu Mianmian's mind had nearly gone blank, her body operating on instinct alone.
But when she bolted out of the coffee shop, she couldn't find the figure she had glimpsed by chance!
Chu Qing? Where was Chu Qing?
She had clearly seen Chu Qing just now on this side of the street—could she have crossed to the other side?
Just as Lu Mianmian was about to dash across the street, her arm was suddenly yanked back with force.
"Are you crazy? If you want to cross the street, at least look at the traffic light. What on earth are you chasing after?" Wen Mulian's voice berated her.
Only then did Lu Mianmian snap back to reality, catching her breath.
She must have been mistaken just now. The person she saw had been holding the hand of a little girl, looking unmistakably like mother and daughter.
