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In the study room of the small building where Qin Yu lived, fingers as smooth as lamb-fat jade landed on the books on the shelf in a casual manner, while Qin Yu stood obediently there, hands clasped, fingers twisting, occasionally biting her lower lip, her eyes sneakily glancing at the woman in front.
Well, the fat cat beside her was about the same.
Their posture and little actions were almost identical.
As if about to be drowned by this dead silence, Jiaojiao couldn't help but say, "I'll go check if Mrs. Yu has finished the late-night snack. Yuyu, you entertain Ancestor Master Granny well."
Still vividly remembering ten minutes ago when Qin Yu brought the person home, Qin Yuan and Yu Sheng's shocked faces.
