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... ort, so we just ask more questions."

  Chu Heng frowned slightly when he heard the overly self-effacing words of the always confident Chu Liu, and then loosened his brows for a moment, and said softly, "Father and mother, if you have any doubts in the future, just ask me, don't worry too much."

   "Okay." Chu Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

  Seeing the reactions of the three of them, Ye Muyu somehow understood why Chu Heng said that.

  Based on what she saw of Chu Hen ...

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