The old food shop in Soto City still had lights on, and there were two plates of snacks on the wooden table - it was Ning Rongrong's favorite osmanthus cake in the past, and Oscar made a special detour to buy it. His hand holding the teacup was a little tight, and in the heat, he still couldn't help but ask the words he had hidden for a long time: "Rongrong, you've... Been looking for Tang San lately, right?"
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The messy roads are gone. I don't know how to write it. One time it's Rongrong's son, another time it's Xiaowu's son [face covering]
Is Nian'an Rongrong's child or Xiaowu's child? Why does it get messier the more you look at the back?
The messy roads are gone. I don't know how to write it. One time it's Rongrong's son, another time it's Xiaowu's son [face covering]
Is Nian'an Rongrong's child or Xiaowu's child? Why does it get messier the more you look at the back?