It is better to send than to send
Ouyang Xuan's veins popped out. Thankfully, Ouyang Yun's reaction was fast. He had already slammed the door shut before he could explode, and he had already run away.
Ouyang Xuan, who was sitting on the sofa, clenched his fists and creaked. The light in his eyes was as dark as the night. Yunyao, what do you want to do? From the capital to Z City, I don't believe that you're only here to see Xi Mu City.
What exactly do you want to do?
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Fountain garden, restaurant.
Xia Xiaowang lowered her head to flip through the documents in her hands. Beside her, Little Ai, who was dressed in a black suit, was slightly lowering her head to say something to her.
She was wearing a new dress, red chiffon, elegant and intellectual. Silver-white tassel decorations, unique and fashionable. Her slender jade-like fingers held a water brush as she wrote something on the document. Sunlight shone through the French windows, bathing her in a golden light.