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... At times like this, Lin Qiao would have opened the door, but this time she didn’t. "What’s wrong?"
Outside, there was a moment of silence, followed by a man’s low voice, "I made a bowl of noodle dumplings; I left it at the door. Remember to eat."
The footsteps gradually faded away.
Tonight, Lin Qiao had things on her mind and didn’t eat much. Hearing that he cooked noodle dumpling soup, she sighed inwardly. This kid is good in every way.
How did she raise him to ...
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