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... n asked Butler Lu to send invitations to each family, and they were happy all day long.

Lin Gantang couldn’t contribute much to the wedding preparations, so she made several visits to the bookstore to check on the progress.

Wen Yanqing knew she was at the shop and even joined her during lunch breaks to take a look.

The storefront was starting to take shape, and it seemed like it would be ready for business shortly after the wedding.

At present, Lin Gantang was foc ...

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