Zhong’s Villa.
“Why don’t grandpa and grandma come back?”
Fang Mengran leaned on Zhong Xueqing’s shoulder, his eyes were still red.
She hadn’t drank the **** soup sent by the servant, and obviously she hadn’t recovered from the shock she had received before.
Zhong Xueqing took a comb to carefully comb her daughter’s hair, with a cold smile at the corner of her mouth.
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