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... hands.

Rong Yin stroked her head thoughtfully, and Xiaotuanzi suddenly had an idea, pursed his lips and smiled, "Xiaotuanzi, call uncle."

 “Hello~”

Xing Zong answered the phone and heard the milky voice of "Hey". He immediately stepped on the little dumpling to ask what he wanted to say.

 “Xiaotuanzi, are you going home tonight?”

Xiao Tuanzi shook his head, and then he thought about it. His uncle couldn't see her, so he added, "Xiao Tuanzi will go home with hi ...

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