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... ed up Young Master Zhu through the screen before he started eating his noodles, and it had to be said that his nephew’s talents were confined to the kitchen.

After successfully providing contact information to Young Master Zhu and earning praise, he viewed his nephew with much more favorable eyes.

Lin Weichen felt guilty under that gaze, so he sat next to Grandma Lin and joined in their idle chat.

By evening, Sang Qiao had left to go home, with Grandma Lin still reluctant ...

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