Silas braved the rain to eat.
“Xiao Alana, are you Parkinson?”
Biting his chopsticks, Silas looked at Alana tremblingly while picking vegetables, and kept looking at her and Julian.
He only laughed at Yuan Bao’s chuckle.
Then he covered his mouth with both hands, blinking and blinking with innocent eyes.
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