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... me. That was, until he saw the man comfortably sitting on the couch, drinking his nth cup of coffee.
Lu Xun seemed to not have noticed his gaze that was so frigid that ice dregs could drop at any given time. Seeing the young man walking in coldly, he even lifted his paw and greeted him.
“You are home, Little Yuran?” asked Lu Xun with a smile. “Did you have fun over at your friend’s?”
What was with him acting like he was looking at his own son? Meng Yuran looked away in derision ...
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