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When Xu Jiaojiao and Senen Smith walked away, they didn't know that the white-haired old man Xu was sitting in front of the desk in the room. His eyes were red when he looked at the photo on the table.
Senen Smith and Xu Jiaojiao left the small western-style building for a while, and neither of them spoke. After a while, they came to a pavilion and sat down on the hexagonal stone benches. Xu Jiaojiao said, "Senen Smith, do you find it strange?"
"Jiaojiao, what is going on? Why is your aunt...