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... opened his mouth and was about to ask. Yun Qinghuan directly sent him outside to feed the chickens, for fear that he would ask her again. It's hard to tell the truth.
It can't be said that she disliked the drool on his buns for soiling the porridge in the pot, right?
Bo Naihan, who was burning a fire, chuckled when he saw it.
“Does An An know that his mother dislikes his saliva so much?” Bo Naihan looked at her jokingly.
Yun Qinghuan also said rudely, "As if you do ...
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