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An Xuan felt inexplicably scorned and shrank his neck.
When An Lan heard this, a touch of nostalgia flashed in her eyes, "Indeed, when mom was on her sickbed, she would often talk about wanting to go to the hot springs again, but by then, her body could no longer endure such an outing."
An Xuan was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable sadness filled his chest. Lee Guilan's expression also carried sorrow when mentioning the deceased Miss An, and the atmosphere in the villa became somewhat oppressive.
However, just at that moment, Little Wangzi, who was being held in An Xuan's arms, suddenly started to fart, followed by a sour stench that spread from beside him. The smell was so pungent that An Xuan couldn't help but retch, and Little Wangzi began to cry loudly with his arms and legs flailing, making the stench even stronger.
This breakfast was no longer appetizing.
