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Ge Xuan looked at Liang Qisen running over and said disdainfully, "What are you doing here like this? We don't have spare time to take care of you."
There was no need to ask; Ge Xuan knew this guy must have sneaked out again, otherwise he wouldn't be without even a little servant by his side.
"Cousin, I don't need you to take care of me; I can help you take care of the patients." Liang Qisen said flatteringly, approaching Ge Xuan, "I know there's no food here, so I brought you several carts of flour. Cousin, please don't drive me away, okay?"
Just as Liang Qisen finished speaking, his collar was lifted up and he was placed two meters away from Ge Xuan.
Liang Qisen turned back fiercely, "Which jerk... hehe, Zhongyang, you're here to greet me too?"
Seeing Liang Qisen's quick change of face, Ge Xuan's look of disdain was obvious, but Liang Qisen didn't mind at all and tried to tug at her sleeve, "Cousin, help me talk to Zhongyang."
