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Dozens of curious eyes turned their gaze toward us, and Zhang Qimo, who was seated beside me, blushed with a touch of shyness and embarrassment.

Lin Yin remained unfazed, seemingly oblivious to the attention. He gracefully lifted his cup of fragrant tea with his right hand and savored a sip.

"You're not serious, are you? Him?" A skeptical rich young man scrutinized Lin Yin