"Okay, I promised you, what are you still worried about?"

Xiaoguo looked at Zhuangzhuang who was still gloomy, a little depressed, why is this child so careful.

"I just feel that the letter I wrote to my father is not perfect."

Zhuangzhuang held his cheeks with his hands, and looked at Xiaoguo with a pouty mouth. He really regretted it, he would have written more completely if he knew.

After Xiaoguo heard what he said, she thought about what she wrote, it seemed to be quite complete, and nothing was left behind.

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