Xiang Yiqing said, "He doesn't drink tea, doesn't drink alcohol, doesn't smoke."
Father used to smoke and drink when he was young, but now as he gets older, under mother's "military orders", he has quit.
Qiu Yang responded with a casual smile, "Then forget it, I'll keep it for myself."
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"Mmm, mmm, mmm, you're so busy chatting with your ex-girlfriend that you don't even have time to type."
Xin Xiaoxiao looked at Xiang Yiqing's reply, just one word, she muttered unhappily, then forcefully pressed the lock screen button.
Pouting, she walked into the elevator.
She lived on the top floor of this apartment, the thirty-sixth floor. After entering the elevator and pressing the floor button, she lazily leaned against the elevator wall, couldn't help but glance at her phone screen again, no activity.
Her lips protruded even more.
This was one of the most upscale communities in Hai City, the elevator was very fast, with a whoosh, it reached the thirty-sixth floor.
