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... aby inside any longer could lead to suffocation.

“Wah! Wah! Wah!”

The newborn immediately let out cries, its little mouth wide open.

Jun Qingluan, concerned that the sound might draw attention from outside, endured the pain and gently cradled the baby in her arms. She whispered soothingly, “Baby, don’t cry. We mustn’t let the bad people hear you.”

Perhaps understanding her words, the little one’s cries gradually softened and ceased.

“What a clever little o ...

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