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"Oh!" Gong Yunning's face darkened. This really didn't work. She took a sip of her porridge and pondered what she should do next.

After breakfast, Shentu Jia went upstairs to get his stuff. He stared at Shentu Jia, who was about to descend the stairs, and collapsed onto the leather sofa. "Nanny Feng, let me see you. I don't know why my stomach hurts."

"Miss Ning