Yun Sisi frowned, "Ziqian, since when did you, a businessman, turn into a poet? The words you say are unexpectedly poetic and picturesque."
Chen Ziqian smiled faintly and walked out of the ward, leaving Yun Sisi alone lying on the hospital bed, murmuring to herself, "Fine wine? The later you open it, the more intoxicating it becomes. Tsk, who would have thought this kid is so profound?"
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