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... ia Meiren became so busy in preparing for her concert.


It was a good thing that Lu Yifeng hired a personal nanny for Little Melon since both of them were busy, no one would be able to take care of him in the day. Although there would be times where Little Melon would join Xia Meiren in playing the piano.


"My mother will be coming to your concert." Lu Yifeng said while he was sitting on the sofa with some files in his hand.


They were in the music room and Lu Yifeng w ...

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