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... itantly-priced French oil paintings, wall lights exuding Western sophistication, unreasonably lavish furniture, attentive service robots, and that white staircase spiraling down from the second floor.
It made everyone acutely aware of what it meant to be at the pinnacle of high society.
"Mommy," Fu Xiaomo ascended the stairs. Unlike other children's loud shouts, he had been taught extreme politeness, lightly tapping the door with his fingertips three times before calling out.
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