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"Why, don't you accompany your sister Xiaoya?" Mu Jiyun calmly watched the evil man who had stayed in the sofa early in the morning. Isn't Anxiaoya living in his house? I just don't know what he's so depressed about.

"Senior, what exactly did you say happened to make such a big change in a person's personality?" This is what summer rainy mornings have racked their brains over the past two days and can not imagine.

"The person you're talking about is Ann Xiaoya. Is there anything different about her?" Mu Jiyun picked his eyebrows, because Xiaoya was drunk that night, so he did not see any change.

"I...