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"Why?"
"If I don't like her, I don't like her, no reason needed. Next time, don't bring her into our house."
"Oh."
Mai Xiaomai knew his temper and simply nodded in agreement.
But she really didn't understand why both Zhang Ma and Qiao Chutian disliked Tan Xianmei.
Last time, Feng Qinglang also mentioned to her that he didn't like Tan Xianmei.
Could it be because Tan Xianmei was aloof and not good with words?
She used to be that kind of person herself.
But why did they like her then?
It seemed that there was indeed a kind of magnetic field between people.
Whether you like someone or not is probably determined by some kind of magnetic field, beyond force.
Having been busy all day, Mai Xiaomai was also exhausted and fell asleep in the back seat of the car.
Seeing her sleep, Qiao Chutian stopped the car, covered her with the small blanket prepared for her, and drove smoothly back to the Imperial Garden.
