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... body is also a child that has not grown up. No matter how rich she is, she doesn’t have to worry about it.
It was really a trouble for herself. She would never care about the lives of people on the road again.
"Stop crying, what's your name?" Ziyu, who was annoyed by the crying, said in a serious tone.
“Sir, my name is Cheng Yuanju, who is ten years old, my sister is Cheng Yuanshu, who is five years old, and my father’s name is Cheng Bohou.”
The boy looked at Ziyu ...
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