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Qi Chufeng walked over and sat beside Xia Hu.
He smiled at his parents. "Uncle, auntie, if you have any questions, just ask me. Don't make things difficult for Xia Hu."
As he spoke, he stretched out a hand from under the dining table and held Xia Hu's hand.
Xia Hu's hand was very cold and his hand was very warm. After being held by him, Xia Hu felt much more at ease