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... so she patted him on the back.
An An stopped crying after crying for a long time. His eyes were swollen from crying.
At this moment, he seemed to have cried out all his thoughts about his father.
Yun Qinghuan tidied his clothes, carefully wiped the tears on his face with a handkerchief, and then went into the room to get ointment to help treat the scratches on his face.
I feel a little angry. Which naughty kid is this? So mouthy? Are your hands so weak?
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