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Bo Xingzhi said gently to the old lady, "Grandma, would you like some fruit?" He glanced at Soong Yan, who quickly opened the basket and took out a few big, red apples. Just as Soong Yan was about to peel one, the graceful, distinguished man said, "Let me." Soong Yan’s hand, still holding the fruit knife, trembled, and he nearly stabbed his own finger