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nough." Xiao Qiang shook his head, and for once, the usually cold man cracked a joke. "Mumble, your aunt worked tirelessly in the dark to make this porridge for you. You should at least let your aunt...n, his complexion paling as beads of sweat erupted from his forehead.But Rong Ling, only a smirk played at the corner of his lips, like a villain who had committed countless sins and was enjoying this...