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"Hey," Yan Xiqing glared furiously at Liu Aimin, so angry that his white hair seemed to stand on end.
Both old revolutionaries, even though their hair had turned white, they still maintained the habit of wearing it in a crew cut, short and thinning though it might be, they could never shed the old rules they carried with them.
Liu Aimin lifted his cloudy old eyes slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and expressed earnestly, "Elder Yan, this is simply the truth."
"..." Yan Jinsu wanted to facepalm – these two old gentlemen, do they really have to compete over this?!
"The two Elders, Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi are really hungry, I'll take them upstairs to feed them!"
For the first time, Yan Jinsu felt a headache about the cries that seemed like singing, hurriedly interrupted the conversation, signaling Sister Jiang to pick up the cradle and make a quick escape.