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An Xin comforted her uncle with a smile. She suddenly remembered Qi Ming's shy look.
"I just met a very cute boy."
"Oh? Is that so?"
The innkeeper stroked An Xin's hair with a smile and said, "It's rare for our An Xin to find it interesting. May I know which boy it is?"
"It's the short boy from the three people who stayed in the inn today."
An Xin smiled and continued