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Speaking of which,
she and Zhao Ruihai walked to the entrance and looked back at the three people in the private room, resembling "a family of three":
"Yingjun, your dad and I are going to the restroom. You guys go ahead and chat."
With that said,
the door of the private room closed with a bang.
At this moment, Zhao Yingjun also furrowed her brows slightly, staring at the white hair Yan Qiaoqiao was pinching between her fingertips.
She dared not think too much,
nor did she dare to ponder deeply.
She didn't even dare to entertain the thought.
She stood up from her chair as well, extended her hand, grasped Yan Qiaoqiao's right hand, and pulled her away from Lin Xian's side, speaking calmly as she educated her:
"Qiaoqiao, you can't be so impolite in public. Even if you intend to help someone, you must first get their consent and permission, quickly... apologize to Brother Lin Xian."
Yan Qiaoqiao blinked her innocent eyes, looking at Lin Xian:
"Brother, apologize."