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with his chopsticks, when he looked up and saw Wen Nuan staring at him. Her eyes were narrowed, a blazing anger in their depths like shimmering peach blossoms."Leaf is not ink, wipe the floor!" Wen N... wanted to kiss Mo Yao, which showed how eager he was. Mo Yao thought to himself, it wasn't too confusing, he still recognized people, but suddenly something felt wrong. Mo Yao's gaze moved down, and...