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... eed got a bit better.

"Don’t rush, eat up!"

Song Yi offered some comfort as well, but she wasn’t actually worried.

Ye Mianmian followed Zhang Tiezhu to toast, but instead of alcohol, it was water.

There was no helping it, given the limited conditions.

"Sister Yuan, Brother Song, uncle, auntie, thank you for always taking care of me. Everything goes without saying, Tiezhu and I toast to you all."

"Good child, now that you have your own home, you mus ...

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