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Upstairs.
Lin Zichen was practicing singing with Shen Qinghan.
With his keen sense of perception, he heard the couple's conversation downstairs and couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time.
He knew exactly what Shen Jianye and Xu Meng were thinking.
All he could say was, this was the difference between a father and a mother.
The former felt like his precious child was about to be taken away, while the latter felt the child had found a good place to settle down.
"Alright, Qinghan, we've been practicing for half an hour now, that should be enough. Go study," Lin Zichen said as he turned off the song accompaniment playing on his phone, addressing Shen Qinghan who was seated beside him.
Shen Qinghan glanced at the time, saw that indeed half an hour had passed, and obediently went over to the desk to sit down and study.
She wasn't as clever as Lin Zichen and could only maintain good grades with diligent studying.
