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... orner of his lips. “Goodnight, Shengsheng.”
Shengsheng? What the heck?
The corner of his lips twitched and goosebumps formed on his entire body.
Was he a three-year-old kid?
Su Yue grinned. “It’s a term of endearment.”
“A term of endearment?” Ming Ansheng frowned since he didn’t know what to feel about it. “Should I thank you then, my princess?”
Then something came to his mind and he bitterly asked, “You called that fellow ...
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