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"My father... is such a person, please forgive his shortcomings,"
In the thatched cottage, Zhuge Qing bit her lower lip, her ashen cheeks flushed with a crimson hue, and a look of shame Zhou Li had never seen before on her face.
After all, the mess Zhuge Xing had caused was truly disgraceful, like someone shamelessly working the millstone naked, going round in embarrassing circles.
Even the usually detached Zhuge Qing found it unacceptable.
"It's alright, every family has its own problems to deal with,"
Zhou Li's pure and kind gaze pained Zhuge Qing's heart.
How could such words come from you, of all people, whose life is the most difficult book to read in Beiliang?
"Alas,"
With a soft sigh, Zhuge Qing's fingers moved slightly, creating an invisible barrier that enveloped the three of them. Glancing at Minglan, who was clinging to Zhou Li's arm, Zhuge Qing coughed lightly and then asked:
"Young Master Zhou, are you here to pick me up?"