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Upon hearing Zhao Yu's words, Zhang Xuemeng's face instantly shifted, her brows furrowing as she retorted, "Zhao Yu, what are you implying? I've tirelessly run around for you, devotedly caring for you, and now you accuse my chicken soup of being poisoned? That's incredibly hurtful."
She appeared on the verge of tears.
Zhao Yu simply gazed at her, his voice steady