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Lu Guoyi frowned, "That's your younger cousin, what can you do about giving him this pot of tea?"

Lu Qingyao was not annoyed, her lips carried a mocking smile: "This tea of mine is unique, on what basis is it?"

"He's your brother."

"It's not a kiss." Regimental Commander Lu's next sentence completely annihilated the last part of his father's words