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Qiao Mu took the bowl.

The steamed egg mixed rice was still steaming and exuding a faint fragrance. It was also warm when held in his hands... However, this couldn't arouse her appetite at all! She was thinking about the paper Nan Ming just put in and what he said...

On that piece of paper —

The dark red ink drew a rough outline of a mark that looked like an eagle's claw