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... Summer Insect Pavilion, by the table.
Fan Yushu firmly held his good friend’s hand, a serious expression on his face, "Ziyu, the education I received since childhood doesn’t allow me to waste food."
Zhao Rong smiled, "Then just eat it all up."
He brushed Fan Yushu’s hand aside without a trace, then turned his head, "Next, Qian’er, give me your bowl."
Damn, heartless. Fan Yushu grimaced.
Off to the side, little Qian’er had already put down the pitch-black w ...
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