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... her hair, smiling slightly with an emphasized tone: "Weren’t you just calling me ’Aunt Ruo’? Why are you calling me senior now?"

Hmm, once I finish the empathy process without him knowing, it’ll go back to the simple ’Aunt Ruo’ relationship.

Lu Jin’an stared blankly at Xiao Yinruo, whose face was like a blooming peach blossom, his lips moved slightly: "Aunt Ruo..."

"Good boy." Xiao Yinruo patted Lu Jin’an’s shoulder and smiled brightly: "Jin’an, I will talk to Wanyu, so y ...

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