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Pu Xiaohan took the paper, wiped her eyes and nose, "Oh."
Bai Lian stood up straight; she gestured for Pu Xiaohan to move about freely as she took two books on music theory to the study.
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In the study, Bai Lian placed the books on the desk and then opened the right-hand drawer that contained a box of cigarettes Xun Chun had left there.
She casually pulled one out.
Taking a lighter, she went to the window, opened all the windows, leaned lazily on the windowsill with the slim cigarette between her fingers, the smoke blurring her face.
People were continuously going in and out on the first floor.
From this angle, she could just see the small garden of several square meters on the first floor, where workers were jointly lifting a stone table out.
A message came through on her cell phone from Xiaoqi.
Bai Lian glanced down at it.
Xiaoqi: "Someone is looking into Xun Chun's info."