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Song Qingyu wordlessly shook off the Madam Shen's hand. His face was exceptionally cold. She clearly thought of her mother's despair before her death. If someone had helped her at that time, things would not have turned out like this.

Now that another fresh and fresh matter was placed in front of him, it was as if Song Qingyu could see the shadow of his own mother. So she had to come in