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... he frowned, holding back the pain, without a sigh.
Liu Wuzhen stood on one side, raised his hand, and then dropped, hesitating for a while, or pushed her aside, took over the rag, and wiped it on the table.
Cen Simiao was flattered and stared with wide eyes: "How can I make my son do this?"
After all, he didn't move and accepted his kindness.
Liu Wuzhen wiped it seriously and didn't take Cen Simao's words to heart. After the cloth soaked up the water, he turned around ...
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