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... he had to eat well; he couldn’t let Mo Qingyi worry.
Seeing Duanmu Zhe willing to eat, Duanmu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the fresh flowers and chicken soup on the table and asked curiously, "Little Zhe, has someone been here just now?"
"Mm," Duanmu Zhe nodded.
"Who was it?" Duanmu Sheng asked with some curiosity.
Duanmu Zhe’s expression was somewhat faint, "It was Lin Xiyuan."
"Oh," Duanmu Sheng went over to arrange the flowers ...
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