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... s something, never knowing how to speak his mind clearly; if he’d spoken earlier, we’d probably be holding a small nephew by now."
Shen Qinglan nodded in agreement, while Zhuang Ruyue’s face flushed red enough to almost drip blood.
"By the way, Miss Zhuang, are you going back to the Zhuang Mansion?" Shen Qingju asked.
All the color drained from Zhuang Ruyue’s face at once, and she shook her head sorrowfully. "I won’t be going back."
"It’s fine if you don’t go back ...
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