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"Mom. When are we leaving? " Feng Mu took a mouthful of rice. His cheeks bulged. He played with his fingers. he asked in a slurred voice.

Feng Feixuan put down the bowl. He rubbed his head. Smiling, he said, "Wait for Uncle Situ and the rest to come pick us up. You're sick. Mother was afraid that one person wouldn't be able to carry you. Think about what else you pulled down