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... his was usually the time when Ji Tingzhou had just finished his injection of the black serum—when his emotions were at their most stable.

But the moment she barged into his room, he seized her, cupping her face and scrutinizing her forehead before even parting her hair to examine her scalp. His emerald-green eyes were icy, something dark and restrained flickering behind them.

"What’s wrong, Dad? Do I have lice or something?"

The word "lice" nearly made Ji Tingzhou recoil ...

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