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For Liao Zhenbo. Anything. As long as it was related to Fu Xiaoqian. Even if it was a small matter. That was also a big matter. Not to mention hearing such sensitive words as side effects.

Before he could push open the door and enter. He frowned. There was a trace of awe-inspiring aura between his brows. It gave off an even colder feeling. When he came in with the bowl in his hand