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"Will she be sad?"

The pain of his oral mucous membrane being scalded was nothing compared to the dull pain in his heart.

"Whenever you're not feeling well, miss song will put down her work and rush back no matter how busy she is."

The servant did not seem to have heard Gong Chen's question and added.

"Is there anything else I don't know?"

Gong Chen asked her in a hoarse voice.

"Ah?"

Who knows what you know?

The servant was baffled by the question and couldn't help but Mutter in her heart.

"The new clothes you buy every season are all custom-made by miss song. She knows that you hate static electricity, so miss song has specially replaced your usual items with anti-static ones. Miss song specially made a list of your preferences ..."

The servant continued to say a lot.

Gong Chen didn't know anything about it. He didn't even remember how he got back to his room.

In the bedroom.

The air seemed to still have the faint fragrance of song Chenxi.