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He touched his head. Maybe it was because his father was rushing him. He understood her, he understood her.

Gu Nian was sitting on the bed in the room.|| Her whole body was tense. The moment the door opened, she jumped up and strode over to help her mother."Please take a seat. Are you thirsty? Are you tired? Do you want me to pour you some tea? Or give you a back massage or something?"

Song ran slammed the red packet on the table beside her and said, " "Gu Nian, you've grown your wings, haven't you?"

this ... Gu Nian looked at her mother pitifully. it's hard for Qianqian to bring it up.

Song ran stared at her in disbelief. you're really with Shen Zhaozheng? "  

you've already seen it. How could it be fake? " Gu Nian shrugged.

Song ran quickly massaged her temples and walked to her bed.|| He sat down and shook his head. this is ridiculous. Do you know who he is? "