After listening to everyone's words, Lin Dingkuo breathed a sigh of relief, he exchanged the sitting posture of his two legs, obviously relaxing a lot.

Her eyes stayed on An Qiyu's body for a while, and saw that she was still sitting listlessly, she didn't say a word that night, and she didn't even look at herself, only coughing twice with a handkerchief from time to time, or changing her numb body to sit on, tidying up her broken hair, and taking a sip of tea......

Lin Dingkuo felt uncomfortable, even if he was acting, he had no choice but to do it, did he hurt her?

"Then settle it down, it's too late today, and my aunt has to rest, Fei'er's illness ......

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