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... p to you to choose..."

Shangguan Xi's nagging was still in his ears, but Nan Jun felt his heart warming.

I have to say, after being alone for so many years, it feels so good to have my father and someone I like!

"Yes."

Shangguan Xi was still talking, but Nan Jun didn't listen to a word, his mind was full of that thin man.

"Yu'er, Yu'er?"

Shangguan Xi tugged at Nan Jun's sleeve, waiting for her to answer her question.

"what?"

Nan Jun turned ...

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