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... n left, and the entire living room felt somewhat hollow.
Feng Shulan didn’t rise; she continued to sit on the sofa sipping her tea, lazily lifting her eyelids toward the staircase and said, "Everyone’s gone, you can come down now."
As her words fell, at the corner of the staircase, appeared the outline of a middle-aged woman, wearing a light blue qipao embroidered with phoenix butterflies, and red high heels on her feet.
This woman was none other than Feng Shulan’s own yo ...
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