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... Just as the butler was about to leave, she suddenly remembered and quickly called him back, “Wait, no need to make coffee, just bring out the dessert.”

She looked at Rong Yan with a beaming smile, her eyes full of affection, “Look at me forgetting to say I was going to make you fruit tea.”

Since getting out of the car, Rong Yan had been feeling flattered and didn’t want to trouble an elder, so she softly said, “Mrs. Lin, let me help too.”

“How could I let you…” Lin Zhiya ...

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