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... self.
A black figure suddenly flashed and appeared in front of Fu Chen.
Fu Yi got close and whispered a few words in Fu Chen's ear.
Fu Chen didn't react, but Fu Yi could clearly feel the temperature on his eldest son's face getting colder.
"Sir, what are you going to do?"
"Not necessary."
Fu Chen went back to his yard and gently put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Thinking of what Fu Yi said just now, Fu Chen pursed his thin lips ti ...
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