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"Ziheng! Ziheng!"
Early in the morning, just as Pei Ziheng started having breakfast, Zhao Yun was shouting outside the door like someone rushing him to his grave.
Shen Mingzhu told Pei Ziheng to invite Zhao Yun in to sit for a while and have some more breakfast.
At Zhao Yun’s age, he had high metabolism and big energy consumption—he wouldn’t get fat no matter how much he ate.
"My mom..."
The moment Pei Ziheng’s gaze landed o ...
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