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Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.,The man hesitated for a moment, then said gently, "My son isn't in good health, so asking you to marry into our family is quite inconvenient for you.",After filling their bellies, darkness descended. Zhao Jin'er became increasingly restless and uneasy.。

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