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... Little Wen Ming was merely a year and a month old. He was still a baby, nursed and carried in Fang Jiaran’s loving arms. Seated beside her was her nine-year-old son, Wen Xu. His posture was impeccable as both his arms were placed formally on his lap while his back was incredibly straight. He had a completely stiff and emotionless yet slightly cold expression on his face. If he was to compare his expression with Wen Ren’s expression, both of them would be complete opposites.
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