Qiao Anyan's face finally turned pale with anger. He took off his suit coat and looked around.

Where is it dirty? This suit looked like it had just been worn an hour ago, and it didn't even have any wrinkles. This person really would think of a way to torture her.

Qiao Anyan held Long Chenli's coat. She imagined that it was Long Chenli who was repeatedly pinching it in her hand and then draped it over her shoulders.

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