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... ompletely treat her as a daughter.

She took a hair from Azai's head, took it out, and handed it to Chu Xian, asking him to help with the genetic paternity test.

"This hair belongs to Azai, but whose hair is it?" Chu Xian asked puzzled.

"It's mine." Su Junli said.

"How could you and Azai have a parent-child relationship? Jun Li, you are only twenty-three years old, and Azai is twelve years old. Could it be that you gave birth to a child when you were eleven?" Chu Xian ...

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