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Lu Qingye did not answer her question directly. "Turn the camera around."

Lu Qingye had never thought of meeting anyone. It was just that when he saw Meng Chuyuan alone, he could not help but worry if she was in a bad mood because he was quite shocked when he received the call.

In terms of fulfilling the contract, Meng Chuyuan was more meticulous than him.

It was 11:23 p.m. on his side. The phone screen showed that he had only spoken to Meng Chuyuan for nine minutes. In these nine minutes, he had seen more bulls and sheep than Meng Chuyuan.

At his request, Meng Chuyuan changed the camera to the front, revealing her entire face in front of the screen.

Perhaps it was because she had been outside for too long, but her nose was already red from the wind. Her messy hair hit the side of her face, and there was snow on the top of her head. Her deep eyes were looking at Lu Qingye.