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Such a movement made his wool sweater cling to his chest and back, outlining his firm arms.
Suddenly, an image of him, bare-chested after ripping off his clothes when he was sick, popped into her mind.
Shang Jianghan really wasn't a pale-faced scholar; even now, she remembered his tight and well-defined chest muscles.
Whether he had six-pack abs, she hadn't checked, but they were certainly not lacking.
"What are you thinking about?"
A plastic-sealed bag was handed to Shen Chaoxi, pulling her thoughts back to the present.
The light in front indicated there were three seconds left until it would turn green, and Shang Jianghan re-fastened his seat belt.
Afterward, the Cullinan started up, heading north along the second ring road towards the Jingyun Expressway Entrance.
"Open it and have a look."
The milk tea was still warm; Shen Chaoxi set it aside and opened the file bag.
Inside were two real estate purchase contracts.