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... what about me?"
Little Qian’er listened for a long while. He only mentioned Miss, so she couldn’t help but shake his arm.
She habitually pouted, feeling a bit jealous: "Both Miss and I are wearing the same thing, just in different colors. I even let you secretly touch it just now... what about me?"
"Ahem." Zhao Rong gently stroked the abnormal-minded second wife in his arms, organized his words, nodded and said:
"Of course, you’re great too. I’ve always been very ...
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