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"Hurry up!" the old man urged.
"Okay, thank you grandma." Qi An hurriedly dragged Ryan under the table.
The old man sat back by the fireplace, knitting a sweater, and returned to his peaceful appearance.
Not long after, Qi An heard a creaking sound under the table, which was the sound of the door opening.
She clasped her hands nervously, sweating profusely from her palms, through the hanging dark red tablecloth, she could vaguely see the hug ...
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