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"Jianan, maybe your mother has her own difficulties …"

Ding Zigeng hugged her waist and comforted her loudly. On his handsome face, it was hard to tell if it was water or sweat.

"Difficult? What difficulties did she have? "It's just vanity …"

Xu Jianan's hand was still tightly clutching her phone, unwilling to remove it from her ear.

Lu Yiyao heard their conversation clearly.

"Jianan