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Xiaoxiao paused in her stride, chuckled awkwardly, and had no choice but to sit below Mu Zisu's right hand.
As Xiaoxiao sat down and pulled the chair towards her, her hair moved away from the right side of her neck, suddenly exposing the ambiguous kiss mark to everyone's view.
Su Yanqin's eyes faltered for a moment, almost instantly regaining their normal look, but Su Yanruo's eyes remained fixed on Xiaoxiao without moving.
Xiaoxiao immediately felt embarrassed and somewhat unnaturally gathered her hair again.
Zixuan's eyes shifted, "Xiaoxiao... there's a banquet in the architecture circle tonight, it's going to be lively, do you want to go?" Zixuan blinked at Xiaoxiao.
The clear limpidity of Xiaoxiao's eyes suddenly brightened, and she was about to say yes, but unexpectedly, Mu Zisu suddenly threw out two words: "No going..."
Xiaoxiao had to swallow the word "good" that was already on the tip of her tongue.