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"Who are you?"

Mu Ranfeng held a jar of wine that someone took from a table and stared at Yuwen Lingxi with a pair of drunken eyes. "You look a little familiar. You're as pretty as a fairy. Are you my mother?

"Hm ~"

If Mistress can be counted as mother, then she's your mother, right? In terms of age, she wasn't much younger than his mother, Yuwen Lingxi thought