"Yiyi." Ye Nianmo's voice was low. He sighed in his heart. Ding Yiyi thought Shuibei liked him because of that.

He and Shuibei hardly intersected, even if there were, only a few occasions and a minute or two of talking, which did not constitute the condition of acquaintance at all. He must be a little sensitive.

Shuibei stood up, and she knew she had won. "Sorry, I left beforehand."

Ding Yiyi was sitting in a chair, her back resting on a comfortable chair, but she was terrified inside. She knew she had lost.

Ye Nianmo also stood up, but did not mention anything. He just said, "Let's go."

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