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"Next Tuesday."
Mai Duoduo, feeling another blow, shivered, her hand holding the bicycle trembling slightly as she murmured, "How could Qinglang get married so quickly? How could he do this?"
"Duoduo, Qinglang is destined to marry Leng Wanxin."
Mai Xiaomai, seeing her like this, spoke up, "He only sees you as a sister, don't think too much about it."
With pursed lips, tears swirled in Duoduo's eyes. Finally, she nodded, "Yeah, sis, I understand. I'm going home."
Having said that, she pedaled her bicycle and rode off quickly...
Mai Xiaomai watched her receding figure, then turned to ask Qiao Chutian, "Do you think Duoduo is a bit abnormal when it comes to Qinglang?"
"Just a young girl's spring fancy. That kid, Qinglang, always liked to flirt without considering the consequences."
Qiao Chutian spoke dismissively, "Such girlish feelings will pass quickly as long as Qinglang stops provoking her."
"I hope so."
