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... Mo Shenbai was touching a woman’s hand. After all, Mo Shenbai did not even spare a glance for the fairer sex, let alone have physical contact with them. For this reason, Pei Chuan felt like a mother watching her grown-up son and was on the verge of crying tears of excitement when he saw Mo Shenbai holding Xu Youyou’s hand.

At this time, Mo Shenbai withdrew his hand expressionlessly and carried the bowl of noodles to the dining room. He briefly glanced at the thin noodles and the green o ...

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