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... vely moved a step, blocking in front of Lin Youning, and bowed, "Miss Kong."

The servants and maids who followed Kong Tianru also arrived. Among them, several were Lin Youning’s acquaintances who served beside Kong Tianru. However, it was a stern-looking nanny who stepped forward to persuade her.

"Miss, your health is frail. Let me assist you back."

"Nanny Guan, I’m not so weak that I need someone to support me. I respect you as the old nanny by my mother’s side, but you ...

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