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He envisioned Xia Xiaonuan's swollen eyes before him.
In the past, whenever Qiqi got slightly hurt, she would act spoiled and cry to him, like a fragile porcelain doll.
But now, she has not only grown up but also become stronger.
Her eye was hit and swollen like that, yet she could endure the pain and threaten Nangong Yaoling to eat.
Liang Shaochen's lips slowly curved into a mocking smile.
He drove straight home; Liang Jingzong was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper.
"Dad, I'm back."
Liang Jingzong said to the housekeeper, "Prepare for dinner."
"Yes, sir."
"I already ate outside, Dad, you go ahead and eat." Liang Shaochen said, while pulling off his tie and taking off his coat to hold in his hand.
He got up to go upstairs.
Liang Jingzong called him, "Shaochen, come over, I need to talk to you."
At the staircase, Liang Shaochen hesitated slightly, looked at his father, and the housekeeper stepped forward to respectfully take his coat.
