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"Madam Chang, Miss Chang." Fu Zhiwen stepped forward to greet the two and then stood there awkwardly, scratching his head, his gaze unintentionally sweeping towards Chang Nianru's face.
Chang Nianru's cheeks were slightly flushed from walking. Upon hearing Fu Zhiwen's voice, she instinctively looked towards him. When she met his bright smile and dazzling eyes, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head.
Fu Zhiwen chuckled and stepped forward unconsciously.
Madam Chang cleared her throat and said to Cai Lian, who was beside her daughter, "The wind is strong, put the veil hat on Miss Chang."
Disappointment flashed in Fu Zhiwen's eyes, and he stood there awkwardly.
Unable to bear Fu Zhiwen's foolishness, Yuan Bao couldn't help but call out, "Zhiwen, the food is hot."