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... u Qichen sat in the sofa.
His face was gloomy.
But his gaze seemed lost.
Xi Zijun spoke, “I know you’re upset, but please stop clenching your fist. Otherwise, I’ll have to rebandage you later.”
Gu Zhaohan entered, calling out, “Uncle.”
Gu Qichen finally lifted his head.
But the way he looked at Gu Zhaohan was terrifyingly somber.
“Is your hand okay?” Gu Zhaohan’s tone was distant and indifferent.
Xi Zijun walked over to Gu Zhaohan, ...
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