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... ngly quiet.

  Robi couldn’t stand this depressive atmosphere. Seeing everyone looked appetite, he put his chopsticks up and looked at his father: "Let’s talk, what's the matter?"

  Luo Hang really couldn’t eat anything, so he pressed down as much as possible and said, "Hua Chen asked you to retired?"

   "Hmm!" Luo Bi nodded, "How did father know? Who told you?" She wanted to say that it was not too late.

Luo Hang looked at Luo Bi with unbearable eyes: "Your grandfathe ...

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