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Hearing Zhang Ningfeng's words, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly froze on his wheelchair.

I just hung my head, my long hair covering most of her face, so that I couldn't see her emotions.

But I know she's not happy right now.

"Little Yu, what's wrong?"

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu like this, Zhang Ningfeng became even more worried.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on the back of Zhang Xiaoyu's hand