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He Xiao washed his hands, sat down at his usual seat, and waited for the meal.

He glanced at the second floor without leaving a trace, but she hadn't come down yet. She was always the first to sit at the table when eating, looking at the food on the table with her hands in her hands and salivating, and she couldn't wait to urge him to go downstairs slowly: "Brother Xiao.

,Brother Xiao, come quickly, Gungun is about to starve to death."

What happened to her today?

Until the servant at home brought the last two dishes and rice.

Only one bowl...

He Xiao picked up the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other. He still couldn't help but stop. He looked at He's mother and asked: "He's mother, Gungun isn't home?"

This was the only reasonable explanation he could think of for why Yuan Gungun didn't warmly greet him when he came back and didn't actively go downstairs to eat.

He was notified in advance of his return.

She should know that he is back...

She persisted in pestering him for six years, and there was no reason for him to go back for three weeks. When she knew he was back, she was not at home waiting for him, and even ran out.

…

He's mother forced herself to prepare lunch for He Xiao. When He Xiao mentioned Yuan Gungun, her mouth froze.

In the past twenty days or so, the eldest lady has hardly eaten anything, and she has lost all appearance.

The cute little face is almost turning into a oval face...
Chapter completed!