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The next morning, Yan Xin was still eating the leftovers from last night's meal.

Sigh, such a tragedy.

When they were about to leave, Yan's mother said, "Son, don't be in such a hurry to go home. If you really want to go home for dinner, let me know in advance …"

Yan Xin quickly said, "I will definitely come back …"

"Scram, do you think you're Hui Tai Lang?"

This kind of conversation