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... ore someone returned.
"Daddy, my forehead hurts so much."
Xixi’s little voice, full of coquettishness and seeking affection, drifted from the living room, making Jin Jumo’s lips curve slightly.
Rong Mochen held Xixi in one arm, his dark eyes staring deeply at the bandage on her forehead, his voice restrained but easily revealing sharpness, "How did you get hurt on your forehead?"
Xixi’s little chubby legs dangled a couple of inches from Rong Mochen’s armpit, pouti ...
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