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... . However, his mother did not hug him immediately like how Aunt Zhang Nan hugged Feng Jun, nor did she kiss his face. She only praised him. He was a little disappointed, but he quickly thought up a reason. Perhaps his mother was too excited and would only kiss him after getting the cauliflower?

Hence, he stayed obediently by Fu Xin's side and even quietly approached her. His pink and cute face looked very calm, but his slightly flickering eyes had already exposed his excitement and antic ...

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