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... "I love the dumplings made by Mom the most!"
Song Ziyu got used to staying in the countryside, and walking became a habit whenever she went out.
She called Qiao Xiaoyan, who started scolding as soon as she heard her voice: "Song Ziyu, are you looking for trouble? Not contacting me for so long, do you know, we were so worried about you..."
"Are you at the lab? I’ll come see you!" Song Ziyu said with a laugh, "I have a gift for you, Xiaoyan, please don’t be mad, okay?"
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