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Li Maoren also, just look at Wu Chen and look at Wu Chen to see what attitude he is. Wu Chen is more calm. The more he feels that his daughter has been trained, the calm is not awkward.

See "parents" is this attitude

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“Call in advance?” Li Maoren said and looked at Li Chuanbing. "How do you deal with me in advance?" He is the direct opposite of the faceless.

Li Ruo Bing's face is qingqing = z condensing, and then = the next child laughs, it is the k ...

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