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... couldn't tell the difference when they spoke too fast.

  But his mind is not on this now, the baby's body is too weak, it has been five days since it was born, and it only has one or two hours of sobriety every day, and it still has to be wasted on breastfeeding and shitting.

Through the conversations between the nanny and the maid, Zhu Qian judged that he should be the king of Xiaoming Han Liner, the master led the army to attack Jiqing, Li Shanchang came to seek refuge, General ...

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