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... eir heads to look outside the hall.

In the night, Xu Qian'an, wearing a sky-blue brocade robe and holding a jar of wine, walked into the halo of lanterns under the eaves.

With another step, he crossed the threshold and entered the inner hall.

"Ning Yan!"

A happy look appeared on Uncle Xu's face, and he stood up suddenly and went to greet his nephew.

Aunt and Lingyue also smiled, but the former immediately snorted and put on a cold attitude, while the latte ...

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