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... bowing in greeting.
"Welcome home, young master."
Chu Yi glanced at the grand welcome ceremony and the villa's completely renovated architectural style.
Jiang Qiuyun hadn't just been perfunctory; she had genuinely prepared for Chu Yi's return.
Bika lay atop Chu Yi's head, tail wagging, little claws scratching, capturing the strands of sunlight drifting from Chu Yi, much like a firefly.
"Dad, let me down quickly, I still need to prepare breakfast."
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