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Zhu Mei frowned, "Actually, I don't ask for much. But in a place like Beijing, we have to have the same garage. Plus, you don't have a job, how will you support A Xue in the future?" Zhu Mei's gaze turned transparent as she looked at Ye Xiaofan. Turning to Murong Xue, she said, "So daughter, you should consider the son of President Wang that Mom told you about two days ago