"Mu Fei."
Mu Fei, who was preparing dinner, turned around and saw Devil Song standing at the door of the tree house with a letter in his hand.
Mu Fei's eyes lit up, "Hey, what's wrong? Whose letter is it?"
"You're asking even though you already know the answer. Whose do you say it is?"
Mu Fei smiled and said, "You are used to using idioms now, that's good. It must be from Alex Cong, let me see it." He washed his hands, took the letter and opened it happily.
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