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.He smiled warmly at her, unconcerned. Every time she ate sweets, her mood would lift noticeably.After briefly filling his stomach, Wen warmly asked, "What do you want to talk to me about""Is your arm...Fang Jiaqi tugged at Zhuque's hand, signaling her to stop talking. She didn't want to provoke Mo Yao either. She whispered in Zhuque's ear, "Let's go."