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Qiao Chutian was especially fond of his aunt for two reasons, firstly, she was truly affectionate towards him in the past, and secondly, she resembled his biological mother. Seeing her reminded him of his mother, stirring a desire for closeness.
"Chutian, let Auntie stay here," Mai Xiaomai said.
Mai Xiaomai knew that Qiao Chutian's rejection of his aunt staying over was because of her.
She didn't want to make things difficult for him, so she spoke up.
Qiao Chutian looked up at her with eyes full of inquiry, "You don't mind?"
Mai Xiaomai smiled, "Your family is my family."
"What 'your family is my family'? Listen to how pretentious that sounds. I certainly don't see you as family. You're not worthy of our Xiaotian."
