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Min and Yang Zhen were both amused. "Mom knows. I won't tease you anymore."

Chen Fuyue said helplessly, "Mom, you already like to joke around. This is not good."

For a moment, everyone laughed.

"Fuyue, why don't you stay for dinner?" Min said.

Chen Fuyue shook her head. "No, we still have to go back."

"Alright."

"Oh yeah, Mom, Uncle Yang, did you rent out your house?"

Yang Zhen said