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... g will wake up so soon.

Mr Mu.

Mu Chu Cheng put his finger on his mouth to let him to be quiet.

Ying Tong nodded and said in low voice: how are you now? do you need to call the doctor to check on you? Also do I need to inform Old Mister or Old Madame?

Mu Chu Cheng shook his head: Im very good. No need to call the doctor. Also this temporary moment no need to contact Lao Fo Ye or Tai Shang Huang. Lets talk tomorrow let Xi He have a good sleep first.

Ying To ...

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