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"Beicheng, what's wrong?"
A gentle and charming voice followed, striking the crowd like a bolt of thunder.
People snapped back to reality, their gazes unconsciously returning to Yan Xiaye, filled with malicious glee and derision.
Li Beicheng glanced not far away at the expressionless Yan Xiaye with a half smile and spoke extremely tenderly, "Nothing. There's just a step here. Be careful when you come in."
Yan Xiaye frowned slightly, her spine ramrod straight, unflinchingly meeting the man's gaze.
The voice was irritatingly familiar, but even if Li Beicheng wanted to use this to humiliate her, how could Yan Shuirou have the right to appear here so openly?
As she was puzzled, the owner of the voice finally appeared before everyone's eyes.
