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Murong Chuan was reading in the living room. When he heard Gu Yin's voice, he looked up.

The moment he looked, he saw a fiery red color.

His expression changed and he frowned slightly. "You picked the roses in the flower field?"

Gu Yin sensed Murong Chuan's cold and reproachful tone. She felt that something was wrong and put down her hand that was holding the garland. The smile on her face faded a little.

"That's right." She nodded in confusion.

Before Murong Chuan could continue, Gu Yin saw Murong Qiao walking down the stairs towards her.

She greeted Murong Qiao in a good mood. "Qiaoqiao, why are you down?"

"Qiaoqiao, do you think this garland looks good too?" Gu Yin didn't know the seriousness of the matter. "I'm quite good at weaving garlands. Why don't I give this to you?"