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... (3) Yu Jiuchong’s breathing stopped for a moment before he slowly returned to normal.

His heart also slowly calmed down.

He took a deep breath and nodded.

yes, I’m pregnant.

Yes, no matter what they had gone through, they were still together.

His wife, his son, they were all in his arms.

They were all in Hanhan’s arms.

...

It was great.

It was really great.

hehehe, ” Bai Ye laughed in comfort.

She could feel ...

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