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... frying the last dish, he didn’t even scoop them out of the pan and ran out to check the situation with the ladle in his hands.


Sure enough, Su Ziyang had indeed woken up. At this moment, he was talking with Father Ling and Mother Ling with a beautiful smile.


It’s just that his eyes was fleeting around, like he was preoccupied with something.


As a matter of fact, when he appeared in the living room, Su Ziyang’s eyes suddenly brightened and they seemed to be calling o ...

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