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Was it because of Yin Mo's face that Bai Yan asked for his favor?
Or could it be that his exception, more or less... had something to do with her?
Xiaye's heartbeat chaotically lost its rhythm, and she closed her laptop in a daze, secretly mocking herself for being overly sentimental.
The wedding of Younger Uncle and Miss Yin Mo was set for a month later; perhaps the man was just bored and made an exception for once—who knows?
The next moment, her cell phone buzzed on the coffee table.
Without looking at the caller ID, Yan Xiaye's thoughts were still lingering on the proposal, and she answered almost unconsciously: "Hello, may I ask who's speaking?"
"Xiaye, it's Li Yuntang." From the other end of the phone, the man's deep magnetic voice was as usual, "Where are you?"
