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Three years later.

In the villa, Su Leng was wearing a casual sweatshirt, with both sleeves rolled up to his elbows, busy making breakfast in the kitchen. Mo Xiaorann had been sent here for a few days to spend Christmas here, and the man standing in his thirties always exuded a calm and reserved temperament, exuding a radiance that could be easily seen by the opposite sex. Su Leng