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Bo Jinchuan's face darkened and Shen Fanxing patted his shoulder helplessly, comforting him silently.
"I disagree."
Shen Fanxing frowned and stood up slowly with the bottle in her hand. "I don't care if you agree or not. I don't agree with you."
Bo Jinchuan was speechless.
What a good karma. Was this woman taking revenge on him bit by bit?
Watching Shen Fanxing leave, he didn't get up to argue with her.
He knew that she seemed to be in a good mood, but her emotions had changed too quickly.
She was clearly forcing herself to change her mood.
She was shocked by Tang Jian's words, so she didn't dare to worry about anything.
But was it really good to have her emotions controlled by her consciousness?
However, at this sensitive moment, he couldn't expose her.
His eyes darkened and he stared at the sofa for a long time before he walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later, he went upstairs with a cup of warm milk.