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Miao Ruoyi saw Ke Qinghui's worried expression and smiled, "I thought you had mentally prepared yourself when I was demoted."
Ke Qinghui glared at him angrily, "Even if I were prepared, would that stop me from worrying about your safety?"
Miao Ruoyi smirked, picking up a peanut and tossing it into his mouth, "You still don't trust me."
Ke Qinghui was so annoyed she wanted to hit him. Is this a matter of trust?
She still preferred those peaceful days at Zhuming Academy.
Knowing that this man wouldn't reveal a word if he didn't want to, even if she talked until her lips went dry, she didn't press further and instead called the servants to fetch wine for him, "Have a drink to unwind."
In the past, during holidays at the academy, the couple would occasionally have a little drink together, but in Qingping City, they didn't even have time for a proper conversation. Ke Qinghui really didn't like it.
