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... e playing and came down. Lin Qiao reached out for Song Tingfan’s arm, blinked and said, "Little Uncle, sit."
Seizing the chance to appease him, she did it as much as possible, hoping to make him dizzy with joy.
Song Tingfan stared at her blankly, taking a while to react. He bashfully shook his head and said, "Madam, I won’t play."
He was already twelve years old, a young man, and swings were for kids.
"Little Uncle, be good, play for a while."
After Lin Qi ...
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