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Xia Qiao was startled and took a deep breath before slowly walking over, nervously asking, “Do you… need anything else?” She kept her head down but could feel Pei Lichuan’s gaze piercing through her. It was not only cold but also filled with a chilling intensity that made Xia Qiao shiver. This man is really something, always with that icy expression—doesn't he ever get tired? “Do you think being a servant is so simple? Come here and help me wash my face and brush my teeth!” Pei Lichuan’s tone was frosty, and his eyes carried a hint of disdain. Xia Qiao’s eyes widened, “Pei Lichuan, why do you need me to… brush your teeth and wash your face?” Before she could finish her question, Pei Lichuan’s angry voice cut through, “You’re dawdling; do I have to wait for you?” Xia Qiao pressed her
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