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Song Xiaoyu tilted his head and looked at Fu Weichen for a while, "Why do you think he will call me?"

Fu Weichen rested his head on his arm and looked up at Song Xiaoyu, his hand holding onto his chopsticks, his face filled with suspicion. Fu Weichen moved his head a bit, and rested his head on Xiaoyu's lap, "Doesn't he like you?"

Song Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows