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"Xu Mo, I want your help!" Ning Xiaoxiao charged into the Xu family's office building. Xu Mo lowered his head and did not stop writing.

"I want to return to the Second Court!" Ning Xiaoxiao was standing in front of Xu Mo's desk. She placed her hands on it to express her attitude.

Xu Mo was silent for a long time, before closing the brush in his hand. He leaned back and asked, "Did you remember?"

Ning Xiaoxiao stared into Xu Mo's eyes, neither confirming nor denying.

"That's true. The real 17-year-old Xiaoxiao wouldn't look at me like that!"

Xu Mo sighed alone as he resigned himself to his fate and took out a ink painting from the drawer of his desk. Ning Xiaoxiao looked at Xu Mo in confusion. She had no idea what the meaning of the ink painting was.

"The principal and old man are old friends. The old man has been looking for this painting recently!"

Xu Mo passed the ink painting to Ning Xiaoxiao, but Ning Xiaoxiao was still puzzled. Xu Mo was obviously going to make a move, so there was no need for him to offer the painting to Old Master Xu.

"Didn't you remember?" Xu Mo thought he had guessed wrongly and quickly pulled Ning Xiaoxiao to sit on the sofa. He opened her eyelids and was about to check.

Ning Xiaoxiao slapped Xu Mo's hand away. "I do remember, but don't forget that I was still sleeping in bed for half a year."

Only then did Xu Mo pick up the teacup with relief. Ning Xiaoxiao was definitely unaware of what had happened to the Xu Family, having been lying in bed for half a year.

"You were waiting for me?" Today, when Ning Xiaoxiao had come to look for Xu Mo, Xu Mo had put on such an extremely calm expression. Ning Xiaoxiao knew that Xu Mo had long since seen through her act of faking amnesia.

Xu Mo nodded. He and Ning Xiaoxiao grew up together, and it was as if they were his family. Thus, he could tell what was going on with just a glance.

The moment Ning Xiaoxiao woke up, she kicked herself awake. He thought that she was seventeen years old once again. However, Ning Xiaoxiao was looking at him wrongly, not at the age of seventeen.

Only after the interaction between Ning Xiaoxiao and Lu Qing did Xu Mo confirm that Ning Xiaoxiao had truly recovered her memories. She was now a 24-year-old Ning Xiaoxiao.

"I've been waiting for you. I didn't expect you to come here now."

When Ning Xiaoxiao heard Xu Mo's words, the tears in her eyes fell like beads with their strings cut off. After Shao Qiyu died, Xu Mo and Shan became his only family.

Every time she was sad, Shan Shan would try her best to hold back her tears and cry secretly while no one else was around. However, Ning Xiaoxiao did not. Even if she liked it, she would still cry wantonly.

"What are you crying for, Xiaoxiao …" The truth may be cruel... "

Xu Mo patted Ning Xiaoxiao's shoulder to comfort her, but he had to give her another shot. Xu Mo could faintly feel that the truth that Ning Xiaoxiao was about to know might be very cruel.

Ning Xiao shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. Actually, she had already thought of the worst case scenario. Now, she definitely needed to ask for the truth from her mother. Therefore, Ning Xiaoxiao could accept any outcome.

"Auntie's case is too long a time, and if there's really a problem, you might not find it so easily!"

Ning Xiaoxiao nodded. Although the Ning family had just experienced a storm and suffered tremendous damage, the old fox Ning Weishan had been in An Hai for many years. She also knew that her individual strength was not enough to contend with this old fox.

However, as time passed, everyone would take Shao Qiyu to be Ning Weishan's first wife. They would always forget that Shao Qiyu was the Little Princess of the Shao Family in Beijing.

Ning Xiaoxiao's eyes narrowed into slits. Since everyone loved to forget, she didn't mind helping everyone reflect on the Shao Family's strength.

"It's fine if there's no truth to my mother's story, but if there's really something fishy going on inside, then no matter who did it, they would leave behind some traces!"

Seeing how confident Ning Xiaoxiao was, Xu Mo guessed what she was going to do next. He tapped his fingers on the tea table in worry.

"Does Lu Qing know?" After hesitating for a while, Xu Mo asked what he wanted to ask.

"He probably doesn't know. It's all just an old story!"

Ning Xiaoxiao looked away and did not meet Xu Mo's gaze. Xu Mo had always been able to cut through her thoughts very quickly. She was a little flustered, such as this question.

He clearly knew that Xu Mo was asking Lu Qing about whether or not he had already recovered his memories, but he still pretended that he didn't understand and talked about his mother.

Ning Xiaoxiao retracted herself into the tortoise shell. Xu Mo did not speak any further. He gently caressed Ning Xiaoxiao's hair. The only thing he could do at this point was to support her silently.

Both of them were silent for a long time, each with their own thoughts.

"Where did you go today?" As soon as Lu Qing returned home, he carried Ning Xiaoxiao from behind. Ning Xiaoxiao was learning how to make small cakes with Mama Li, and her face and hands were covered in flour.

Ning Xiaoxiao raised her head and looked more like a lazy kitten. Her nose was high and straight, with a bit of white flour on it. Her rosy mouth was slightly open. Lu Qing looked down and saw a scene like this.

Seeing Lu Qing's head slowly lowering, his breathing also gradually became hotter along with the distance.

"Little bun, time to eat cake!"

The little bun who had recently been forced to lose weight, hearing the words' cake ', was like a hound who had found its prey in the dark. He followed the smell and found the kitchen.

Before the little bun had even entered, Ning Xiaoxiao had already pushed Lu Qing away without a trace. Ning Xiaoxiao had thought that her actions were silent, but Lu Qing was not an ordinary person.

He had already sensed Ning Xiaoxiao's intentions from her evasive gaze. However, he still persisted in his heart and refused to let go of Ning Xiaoxiao until she called her little bun.

Lu Qing was expressionless, while Leng Ning's eyes were filled with an expression that Ning Xiaoxiao could not understand. The inexplicable Ning Xiaoxiao felt a little flustered in her heart. Recently, Lu Qing had been too kind to her and had made her forget what kind of person Lu Qing was.

But now that Lu Qing had such an expression, Ning Xiaoxiao felt that Lu Qing had returned.

The person who was in charge of all the people on the 57th floor should be like this. In an instant, her feelings of inferiority engulfed Ning Xiaoxiao.

Back then, it had been this mysterious that attracted him to the calm Lu Qing. Ever since Ning Xiaoxiao had met Lu Qing on her first visit back home, she had secretly left him a spot in her heart.

It was just that she had been walking on the marathon of love and unrequited love for a long time.

Even though Ning Xiaoxiao had appeared to be happy and unconcerned after getting married, her secret crush had brought her eternal inferiority and worry.