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... picked it up after approaching—

"I don't want to see them, go out to relax, you're done in a while, I'll pick you up."

Followed by a stick figure of a little man crying.

Su Yangyang smiled.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Su Yangyang immediately put away the note.

Su Ling's face looked from outside the door and looked at Su Yangyang.

"I got something, I'll use it tonight?"

Su Yangyang pondered for a moment, and said "ok".

Su L ...

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