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Cen Qianyun held his light computer, his gaze sinking as he read the message from his second brother. The gist of it was that his brother couldn't bear to see him still single at twenty-seven, so he had gone to the Pheromone Matching Bureau to find him a match, and the results were now in. Regardless of the outcome, he hoped Cen Qianyun would try to get along with the matched person for a year; if it really didn't work out, they could reconsider then.