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If that kid’s handwriting isn’t involved, he’s a big shot for nothing.
Lu Moqing felt more and more displeased as he thought about it, always feeling like his carefully cultivated little cabbage was taken by the little fat pig.
When Lu Xinyou heard her daughter accusing her daddy, she paused for a moment, instinctively wanting to deny it:
"I didn’t!"
"Heh."
Another cold sneer, Lu Moqing’s deep gaze looked at his daughter. ...
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