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As he sang, he climbed onto Guan Liya’s lap and laid his head on her shoulder.
There was a lump in her throat when Guan Liya thought of her grandson’s ancestry —he was more wretched compared to a little cabbage, he had never met his own mother since birth. Guan Liya’s eyes turned a little red, she stroked her grandson’s hair gently. With a dull ache in her heart, she asked, “Why did you sing this song?”
“…” Qi Chengzhi looked at Qi Youxuan, speechless. He pursed his l ...
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