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When Gu Huai'an left, Song Yunuan said to Asheng, "Let's switch the food box, but we're taking this one with us. When someone comes, don't say anything, understand?"
Little Asheng nodded vigorously, "I won't speak. Actually, Little Ruyi seldom talks. It doesn't like to meddle, but it felt that these three kids had a little fate with you, Sister, that's why it let me speak."
A movement stirred in Song Yunuan's heart.
Three clusters of dissipating energy, the triplets of Ai Ruifeng and Chang Dan?
So, is the power of plot actually still this strong?
But this was the eighties, wasn't the script she held meant to be about getting rich and striving for a moderately prosperous society, achieving the four modernizations as soon as possible?
Song Yunuan clenched her fists and rubbed her hands together, unsure of whom to fight.
She looked at Little Asheng.
