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... r sat on the red fabric sofa, she looked at Yu Yiqing with warmth in her eyes, and she asked softly, "Xiao Yu, can I call you Yiqing?"

Yu Yiqing almost never got along with an elder who was as gentle and kind as Wei's mother, so he nodded a little uncomfortably.

"Yiqing, I heard that you were a tutor after school?"

Yu Yiqing didn't think there was anything to be ashamed about, he nodded generously, "Yes, what are you asking?"

"Auntie wants to make a deal with you, ...

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