The knife is now in Lu Jiachen's hand.
He held the knife he usually used to chop meat in his hand, and looked silently at the grapes on the chopping board, as if he was thinking about something for a long time.
Max Lu: "...Dad, are you cutting grapes?"
Lu Jiachen ignored his teasing, didn't even raise his head when he heard it, and sighed deeply.
His voice was very low, and it was unclear who he was talking to.
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