Fu Tingzhou looked at him, "What did you say?"
Shen Duan, "Maybe it's a common name."
He had just thought of it.
The man's fingers gently tapped on the table, his thin lips pursed, his eyes dark and profound, Shen Duan didn't know what he was thinking at the moment. After a few seconds of silence, Fu Tingzhou stood up, "Where does his family live?"
"What?" Shen Duan reacted, "Tang Xi lives in Qinghe Li community."
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Today, Tang Xi didn't go to work, she and Su Wenhe were at home preparing to bake small cakes and some cookies because a few children from the kindergarten were visiting their home today.
Tang Xi had promised her daughter to kindly entertain her friends.
Many ingredients were prepared, egg tarts were baking in the oven, and the air was filled with the scent of food.
The doorbell rang, and Tangtang happily ran to open the door.
Upon opening the door, four or five children walked in, each carrying a small gift, some brought pastries, others puzzle toys.
