Aunt Su was also fine; she had simply fainted earlier because the visual shock was too intense and she had lost her breath for a moment.
Along the way, the culprit, Ji Xiaole, sat with immaculate posture, not daring to bend her waist even a fraction of an inch, let alone shrink back into Xie Siwen’s arms.
Su Chixi had also grown exceptionally elegant and poised, even using a gentle and tender voice when snatching Taozi’s french fries.
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