“Nothing, you continue.” Xin Xiaoxiao waved her hand, picked up an orange in a good mood, and peeled it to eat.
Lu Shujun and Mao Jialan had a very speculative chat, and the cups of tea between the two continued one cup after another.
“The conditions in your place are indeed difficult, so when I was on a mission there, my lips were chapped and bleed as soon as I spoke.”
“Yes, when we were young, we could only eat meat during the holidays.”
Xin Xiaoxiao accidentally listened to a few of their chats, looked at Lu Shujun curiously, and asked, “Auntie, you know my dad and wife.”
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