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"That's great! Thank you, Nuannuan."

Lil Ling'er's illness had always been a point of contention for Mu Chenxiang and her husband. Now that she had been able to recover a little bit, she felt very relieved.

"Sister-in-law, you're too polite. We're family! Lil Ling'er is my niece."

Mu Chenxiang smiled and nodded. "Mhm."

"However, there's no way to cure her illness through acupuncture, so be careful not to let her suffer too much."

"I know." Mu Chenxiang nodded.

When Nangong Nuannuan came back, she noticed that the atmosphere in the living room, which had initially been warm and harmonious, had turned cold because of a new arrival.

"What is it?"

When Nuannuan went out, she saw Feng Shengxuan occupying the sofa with a devilish look on his face. Even the few elder brothers of the Nangong family were unwilling to get too close to him and were sitting far away from him on the sofa.