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"Ahua, stay and have dinner," Zhou Ziyu said as she warmed some water for Mu Keren, intending to wipe her face and hands as she called out.
Dinner time was approaching.
The meal ordered by Huang Qingtian was also about to arrive.
"Aunty Yu, I still have to rush to cancel some projects for Keren." Keren's sudden hospitalization meant she needed to rest here for a while.
By the time she'd be able to go out, her lower abdomen would likely be more pronounced.
Most of those shoots probably couldn't go ahead then.
So Uncle Hua could only busy himself with these matters for now...
As for the unsettling nickname "Ahua" that Zhou Ziyu and Mu Weidong kept repeating, Uncle Hua had gotten used to it by now.
"Alright then, I won't keep you!"
After sending Uncle Hua off, when Zhou Ziyu was about to wash Mu Keren's face, she found that the little rascal had curled into a ball.
