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Mu Rousang glanced at his black feet, then used her hand to gently cover her nose with the kernels. Without leaving a trace, Mu Jinzhi took two steps back and stood shoulder to shoulder with her, just suffering from massaging his shoulder like a chrysanthemum.

Mu Yiyang frowned and stepped forward: "Ju Hua, go get the old master a basin of water!"

Mu Yiyang softly explained