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Lu Wu was speechless. He raised an eyebrow, struggling to get up. This simple action of getting up seemed to have exhausted him completely, leaving him drenched in sweat.,The east bedroom was filled with cries, but these weren't the usual wails of a child. They were stifled sobs, laced with a deep, heartbreaking sense of grievance that tugged at your heartstrings.,Who knew, before he could even speak, Xie Yunjin suddenly turned his head, his brows and eyes cold and icy, like a shard of ice in the depth of winter: "Get out."。