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He Jinxia nodded solemnly.
Xie Jiahui: "..."
He Jinxia smiled at her, slightly shyly said, "I plan to get engaged to him in July and don't intend to invite anyone else. We'll just set a table for the relatives. You're my friend, and I hope you can come."
At that moment, Sheng Yan, who had been quietly sitting at the front, also spoke up. Even though his voice came through layers of black gauze, it did not lose its timbre.
"Hmm, I hope you can come."
Xie Jiahui might as well come over and see for herself that he was engaged to Jinxia, and cut off all those muddled thoughts in her heart, thought Sheng Yan.
Xie Jiahui's eyes widened in fear upon hearing this voice, and she shuddered. If she wasn't mistaken, this, this was...
She silently mouthed the shape with her lips—Sheng Yan?
He Jinxia smiled and nodded.
Xie Jiahui rolled her eyes and leaned back, oh my god, just let her faint!
