Tang Yu and Tang Die exchanged a glance. She cautiously placed her fingers on Qin Youxue's thin shoulder and whispered, "Stay here well, our family will treat you kindly."
Qin Youxue didn't speak. She raised her head to look at Mo Hexuan, who was conversing with Mo Dong not far away, and she had a premonition in her heart—Mo Hexuan was hiding something from her.
What can two years change?
It can't change her birth, nor can it change their class prejudice.
And now that Tang Yu was being so good to her, and Mo Jiashuo wasn't speaking harshly to her, it in itself was not a normal thing.
She couldn't be blamed for being suspicious because she knew with her status, she wasn't qualified for them to be kind to her at all.
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Mo Jiashuo didn't have dinner; he had a fever and lay in bed, drowsy, his body alternating between cold and hot.
Tang Die gently knocked on Mo Jiashuo's door, "Brother, are you inside?"
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