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... Xiaoya waved her hand with some persistence: Actually, it's nothing, isn't it just a family? As long as we are still here, wherever will be our home, the most important thing now is that you, Ada, survive the catastrophe safely. Be good, be obedient, let's go home to survive the robbery, shall we?

Looking at Xiaoya who still insisted on going home with the word "reluctance" written in his eyes, Ada shook his head at Xiaoya with the same firm attitude: "You like that place, and it doesn't ...

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