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... lly clothed, was crying pitifully, her tears falling like rain.
Meanwhile, Huo Tingyang remained silent, seemingly unconcerned.
Sitting on the sofa, the old Mr. Huo’s face was stern, as dark as Bao Gong’s.
Hearing noises from the entrance, they saw Huo Tingxiao holding Mu Lan’s hand as they walked in.
Sheng Xueqin looked up and saw the two of them so close together, her gaze turned fierce, almost as if she wanted to carve a hole into Mu Lan.
“Grandpa Huo, ...
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