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... e thing climbed up early in the morning.
“Uncle,” a soft and milky voice sounded. Mu Chen sat by the dining table and his lips twitched at the extremely familiar voice, and the bad feeling in his heart grew even stronger.
The little thing wore a snow white Ru skirt and dashed over like a little cannonball. She looked up with her clear eyes and her voice was crisp, “Eggie, eggie!”
“...” Mu Chen never thought that she’d still remember the egg.
He wanted to curse. ...
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