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The box seemed to be filled with a special ambiguous atmosphere. Lee Rong's body was emitting an indescribable fragrance. This kind of smell was the kind that Lu Chen was infatuated with.

Still, of course.

Lu Chen continued to comfort her, "Lee Rong, you must think it through now." There must be a reason why Director Fu would arrange things like this. I've already told you before, I've communicated with Director Fu, and Director Fu is looking forward to seeing you. Do you understand?

Thinking back on all the conflicts between him and Lee Rong, Lu Chen, who was already drunk, couldn't help but feel a little drunk. Facing this beautiful, kind and somewhat vain girl in front of him, Lu Chen didn't know what to say. She was drunk, drunk to the brightest, drunk to the brightest.

The light above her head was reflected in the cup Lee Rong had raised. It was as if the wine inside was not wine, but a deep sense of worry.