At that moment, the three of them were sitting at a table downstairs at Wangshu Inn, having breakfast.
"Huff—huff—"
A-Jiu was eating ravenously, just like a disaster victim who hadn't eaten for days. Every two or three bites finished off a steamed bun, and she picked up her bowl of porridge, tilted her head back, and gulped it all down in one go.
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