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I saw Zou Mingda already sitting at the dinner table with his eyes closed and waiting. After not seeing him for a while, Zou Mingda seemed to be much older. The hair on his head turned all gray, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and no longer at all. The shrewd look in Lu Feng's impression was more like that of an old man with a broken candle....