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... to comfort him!”
Luo Fuxiang, who was about to shed his feathers, quickly put down his work, washed his hands in the basin and wiped them on his clothes.
As he walked toward the inner room, he breathed on his hands, which were slightly red from the cold, and coaxed his grandson.
“Little Duobao, don’t cry!
Grandpa is here to hold our little Duobao. Your mother has sent food. She will be back soon! "
Hearing the footsteps coming in, Luo's mother quickly picked ...
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