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Chu Dazhuang stood there for a long time, listening to the rustle of activity behind the door, his brows furrowed in worry.
"This isn't right...."
Chu Dazhuang murmured to himself as he looked around, uncertain about what to do next.
All of it had gone too smoothly.
He knew Miao Yin's temperament all too well; from the moment she had first spoken to him, Chu Dazhuang could tell that Miao Yin was someone who wouldn't rest until she had achieved her goals.
But now, Miao Yin hadn't said anything and had simply agreed, which was...
As Chu Dazhuang thought about this, the situation seemed increasingly suspicious to him, and he felt more and more uneasy, worried that something might have happened to Miao Yin.
With this in mind, Chu Dazhuang reached out his hand, as though he had finally made up his mind.
But then he thought again, if he barged in and found Miao Yin doing something else, how awkward it would be if he witnessed it.
