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Qin Xiaohai couldn't help smiling. Sometimes he was like a child, too.
"Yeah, it's pretty clean."
Shen Xi Ming raised his head and whistled, not concealing his happiness in the least.
He turned and walked out of the kitchen. "Tomorrow," he said, "K."
"No need, I'm going home." Qin Xiaotao blurted out from behind him.
Shen Ximing stopped in his tracks, and Qin Xiaohai bumped into his back