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The after-party that Kang Sola prepared did not materialize at all. He was left inside his flat, alone, utilizing whatever's left with his brain cells that were actually still working to an extent. Most of it had already frozen dumb.

"Could it be that…?" He probed, thinking something that could be possible, but very likely would not happen at all in his case, in reality.

Xue Guangxi was so fed up with how horrible Kang Sola's visit went that he had not realized what might be the reason behind the lady's actions.

He slumped on his white leather couch in his flat, in the middle of the night, and turned to the other living being aside from himself – another white fluffy thing that lied by his feet.

"Lala, is it possible that…"