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... Tingxu’s house.


Xiao Huahua was about to jump over to where Jiang Tingxu was, but Jiang Tingxu stopped her.


“Stop!”


Xiao Huahua balanced herself on one leg.


“Huh? Sister Jiang, what’s wrong?”


Jiang Tingxu pointed to the room.


“Go back and clean up before coming out!”


Xiao Huahua thought she was hearing things when Jiang Tingxu said that.


Was her sister Jiang asking her to clean up?


Xiao Hu ...

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