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Zhao Jiner was saved in such a muddled way by a group of fish.,Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.,Looking at Zhao Jiner, it took her half a day to squeeze out such a sentence. The man's lips curled into a smile.。