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Song Qingyu lightly swept a glance at the Madam Shen, drooping his eyes to the green bricks on the ground, as a cold smile flashed past his face.

Song Qingyu and Madam Shen supported the Countess from left and right, and a few maids were already standing behind them, they were heading back.

The old mistress looked at her surroundings and felt that it was deserted