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House Number One.

Hao Yan was standing in the kitchen in her apron, leaning over and tasting the soup in the pot with a spoon.

Turn the stove fire to a minimum.

When Hao Yan turned her head, she found a tall and straight figure leaning against the door frame.

The suit jacket hung in Qin Huainian's arms, behind his glasses, his eyes blended with the light of the setting sun outside the window