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The car had just started moving when Mai Xiaomai suddenly spotted a familiar figure across the street.
"Cheng Dongcheng!"
She couldn't help but call out the name softly under her breath.
Qiao Chutian followed her gaze—
It was unclear whether it was Cheng Dongcheng or Cheng Xicheng walking ahead with a girl who looked to be about 25, attractive and well-dressed.
The two of them were chatting as they walked.
The woman occasionally excitedly extended her hand to gently punch his shoulder and back, indicating an extraordinary relationship between them.
Mai Xiaomai stared intently at the pair before her…
"That's Cheng Xicheng, not your Cheng Dongcheng."
Seeing Mai Xiaomai's expression change, filled with sorrow and other complex emotions, Qiao Chutian felt uneasy and reminded her aloud.
"It's Cheng Dongcheng."
After looking through Cheng Dongcheng's mailbox, Mai Xiaomai was a hundred percent certain it was Cheng Dongcheng, not any Cheng Xicheng.
