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Before everyone could think of an excuse to get close to her, a person with a crutch slowly sat down across from Wen Zhiqing. "Mrs. Jiang," the person greeted her calmly. Everyone had been sitting in the hall chatting and reminiscing. They had only changed seats, so there was no need to make a show of it. However, the old man's gaze swept past the two juniors behind Wen Zhiqing