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... lids, it was undeniable that when he spoke to her softly, her heart skipped a beat.
Upon entering the dining room, she saw a pot placed in the middle of the table, filled with various dishes, with wisps of steam rising from it.
"This is my dad."
Mo Han said softly again.
Qin Yin blinked, her tone was slightly stuttering, "Uncle... Uncle, hello."
"Good, good, good, this child is really lovely, don’t just stand there, come on sit, let’s chat while eating." < ...
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