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The slightly hoarse voice betrayed his emotions.
"Okay," Mu Qingli nodded and then asked with concern, "Uncle Seven, what's wrong with your throat? Are you uncomfortable?"
Fu Lanshen coughed lightly into his fist, "Hmm, I might have caught a cold."
"Then you should go back to your room to rest, goodnight." Mu Qingli saw him out.
"Goodnight."
That night, Mu Qingli slept soundly, but someone else tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Tossing countless times in bed, Fu Lanshen sat up, 'snap' turned on the light, and walked to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom.
That bath, it seemed to last an entire century.
The next morning was a Monday.
Since An'an's school was on the way to Mu Qingli's, Fu Lanshen drove them to school.
Although An'an still didn't speak, one could tell from her expression that she was much more cheerful than before, and her spirits were lifted.