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Yuan Bao almost fell off in shock from Fu Zhiwen's sudden confession, and Chang Nianru also didn't expect Fu Zhiwen to say such a blunt thing, making her so embarrassed she instinctively wanted to run away.
Seeing her suddenly turn to leave, Fu Zhiwen was stunned, stepping forward to grab her wrist without thinking: "Miss Chang..."
Chang Nianru was startled, and in her panic, she pulled her hand away forcefully, both ashamed and anxious: "Let go of me."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Fu Zhiwen's hand recoiled quickly as if something pricked it.
Even though there was a layer of fabric between them, Chang Nianru still felt as if the spot where Fu Zhiwen touched her was burning like it had been scalded with boiling water, throwing her heart into chaos. The moment Fu Zhiwen let go, her body, swayed by inertia from struggling, fell backward, and she let out a soft cry of surprise.
