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Mo Zhiqian came downstairs, and she was alone.
"He is fine and getting ready for the charity Gala. He seems to be okay now." She spoke up as she picked up the dirty dishes and took them into the kitchen while the maids cleaned the table.
"All right, Grandma... " They went upstairs to their bedrooms to dress up for the Gala. They were already late.
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As the last touch of powder settled on Lu Wan Ruyi's skin, the soft amber glow of the room cast a halo around her. She turned slightly, checking her reflection, but Zhi Hao's gaze never left her for even a moment. Everyone else left the room for them to have their privacy.
"You are so beautiful, Mama, I'm happy I actually met you," he said quietly, admiring everything about her; he never got enough of her, not as a compliment, but as a truth. This woman was an epitome of what angels look like. No one would ever enter his eyes like she does.
