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Tian Yuqiao felt like she was on the verge of turning into an ice sculpture from Zeng Changsheng's home. However, Faang Wenhao seemed to be in a good mood. The two of them returned to the house at the back of the village in silence. Madame Wang had already sliced up the ham and eggs, mixed a plate of pickled vegetables, and was waiting for them to come back for dinner.

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