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"Chong Yan, go home." When Liu Qingwen's phone rang, Mo Chongyan still did not have a clue about the entire matter.

After entering the study, Liu Qingwen sat on a chair. His expression was solemn and solemn. Honestly speaking, this was the first time Mo Chongyan saw his mother like this ever since his father died. Subconsciously, Mo Chongyan also looked solemnly at his mother.

"Mother

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