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... was returned to his mommy’s arms. He buried his little head into his mommy’s bosom immediately as if he was afraid of being carried away again.
“This child is just like his parents, lacking a good beating.” An Fengyang stared at the cringing little darling and scoffed.
Shui Anluo responded with a scoff as well.
An Fengyang kicked his five-dollar slippers from the night market onto the floor and placed his legs on the coffee table. He said calmly, “Talk, did Eldest C ...
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