There was a cry for help in his eyes.
“Lei Mom, I want to tell you something.”
Lei Dad and Silas, who were arguing whether the goose eggs should be steamed or fried, did not notice the careful thoughts of the women here. When they finished their argument, they both went upstairs in the morning.
The bedroom on the second floor.
Lei Ma hadn’t spoken, as if she was brewing how to speak.
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