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简介：Li Jiajia took a nap and returned a salute, with a tepid smile on her face. She seemed to have the same attitude toward Su Can as anyone else, and she didn't have the familiar look she had when chatting on the phone some time ago, making it difficult to see what she was really like. What kind of thoughts are there, or what kind of mask is he wearing under that gentle and gentle appearance?