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Meanwhile...
Xiao Naofu got tired of fluttering the butterfly in the garden but it was rushing to the living room on its short legs, all ready to go to Xiang Yi to act coquettish with her and ask for dried fish.
Little Xiji tagged along behind it.
As soon as they stepped into the living room, Xiao Naofu's pupils constricted and the hairs on its body stood up!
It stared at Ling Ye, confused.
'He's a transmigrator!'
'What's going on?!'
'The stupid woman has already finished all her missions, so why would she still cross paths with a transmigrator?'
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Bang!
There was a violent sound coming from the bookshelf.
Ling Ye's kabedon lasted only for a few seconds before Xiang Yi pressed him against the bookshelf.
The young man's good-looking face was pressed against the cold oak bookshelf and slightly squeezed to the point of being a little warped.