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... ay. Even Elder Brother Jiang’s son, Jiang Wen, was home too.


Jiang Wen was three years old and was a good eater, so he was a little fat despite his young age.


When he saw Jiang Qi, he ran over to give him a hug.


Jiang Qi bent down to carry Jiang Wen.


Jiang Wen kissed Jiang Qi’s face and excitedly exclaimed, “Little Uncle, Xiao Wen did not see you for a long time.”


Jiang Qi also kissed his round and meaty face. “Uncle has not seen Xiao Wen for a l ...

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