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"Oh!" Zuo Shimao asked with a smile, "I heard that it's not just looks that are attractive, but also the person's character that's great, right? This must be fate bringing you together from a thousand miles away, huh?"
"Yes!" Song Yinran sighed, "I didn't expect to meet her after coming here. I guess you could call it fate!"
The two chatted casually and sporadically.
Lu Pengcheng, who was eating beside them, put down his bowl with a complex expression, "I'm done eating! You guys take your time!! I'm stepping out for a bit!"
In reality, Lu Pengcheng didn't have any appetite at all. He was feeling stifled to death inside—how could he eat?
But to avoid seeming too abrupt, he forced himself to drink a bowl of porridge.
Listening to Song Yinran's idle chat with Lin Xia's aunt now, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, with his heart roiling like tumultuous waves.
He was really afraid that his expression would betray something the next moment...
