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... residence to talk about this to him. "Yes. Dad, why didn't you tell me that you saw Mom a few days back?"

He pursed his lips. "I wasn't sure, Caihong. It happened too suddenly. It was over before I could even make any sense of it. Plus, I had already asked my assistant to investigate, but he came out with nothing either."

Shuang pinched his cheek. "You hid it from me too! How dare you! You felt bothered all this time, and you didn't care to share this with your daughters!"

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