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... o when Mo Jingteng knocked on Mo Xiuchen’s door.
Mo Xiuchen opened the door and said indifferently, “Dad, it’s so late, why aren’t you asleep?”
“Hmm, I need to talk to you.” Mo Jingteng frowned slightly, his aged face serious and his eyes
keenly fixed on Mo Xiuchen, who stood inside the door, looking cool and distant.
Mo Xiuchen’s gaze dropped slightly, and he stepped aside to let Mo Jingteng in.
“Dad, what is it?” The two sat down on the sofa, Mo Jingteng ...
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