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... er, but also asked about her marriage arrangements. Not only asking, but also enthusiastically saying that I will also pay attention to whether there are suitable people.

An Ruoxi's chopsticks almost fell to the ground. This old master Qian is probably more considerate to her marriage than her own father, if she didn't have any evil ideas, she would definitely not believe it.

After Qian Pei finished asking about the marriage, An Ruoxi thought it was time to ask about her and her el ...

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