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Back in the spacious flat, Grace Wilson seemed a little more lively. She casually sat cross-legged on the soft sofa, and then said, "Brother Xiaonian, I haven't eaten enough crayfish, can I order some more takeout?" "Of course." I responded.

"But why didn't you eat more at the night market?" I asked curiously.

I told the bodyguard to order takeout. Grace Wilson sighed and said, "There were too many people there, I was a little scared, and when I was scared I wanted to go to the bathroom..." "You really don't treat me as an outsider." I couldn't help laughing.