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Unexpectedly, Nan Shiyao was staring at Song Qingyu, and Song Qingyu uneasily picked up his teacup and sipped on his tea.

"Ah Qing, when do you want to eat? I will have someone to cook it for me."

Song Qingyu only took a small sip. After hearing what Nan Shiyao said, his throat suddenly popped open, and he drank the tea down with great difficulty