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... tween her face and Xiao Xiao’s. "Xiao’er’s face is indeed splitting your image, Senior."

"You don’t need to be formal with me because my daughter already regards you as her grandfather, so we are family." Xiao Feng felt awkward about that, especially since he could tell that Feng Huang was powerful. "Back then, someone told my husband that there was a big danger threatening her future, and we were forced to send her to this planet. Fortunately, you and your sister found her, and you two ...

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