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Morning, the Zhao family.
"Phew—" Zhao Douan stretched his limbs, opened his eyes, and lay on the bed staring at the canopy above, unwilling to get up.
It wasn't until he got home from Xiuwen Pavilion last night that he felt tired. He hadn't even thought about cultivation.
"Talking is more exhausting than fighting with people... I get it, work meeting syndrome." He silently complained and turned over to get up.
After a simple wash.
He walked to the dining room and found his beautiful stepmother handling a vase, filling it with water.
Her jade hand grasped a lotus stem of impressive thickness, and above it, was a large, blooming pink lotus head.
She seemed hesitating whether to put it into the vase.
"Where did the lotus come from?" Zhao Douan asked curiously.
You Jinhua was startled, patted her chest, turned her head, saw it was her stepson, and then smiled joyfully as she shared,
