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Ye Hong appeared engrossed in his phone, yet his gaze was covertly tracking the mother and daughter's every action. He had noticed the woman inching ever closer to Xue Jianing, a proximity that far exceeded what would be expected between strangers. The little girl in the woman's arms was clapping and laughing, but her tiny hands seemed to be surreptitiously reaching for Jianing's suitcase