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... hes you gave me! _1

Gu Chen nodded in thanks and walked out of the store, heading upstairs to the second floor.

At this moment, Ji Pianran had already changed Tangtang into her new clothes.

The little red dress looked exceptionally beautiful, brimming with festive cheer that comes with the New Year.

The little one had fair skin to begin with, and although her melon-seed face still had baby fat, it made her look even cuter.

With two little braids and wearin ...

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