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... a tender, childish voice came from the kitchen door, it was Song Nianhuan.
Song Qiao quickly snapped out of her thoughts, put down the soup ladle, and turned to walk towards the door. As she reached the door, she saw poor little Song Nianhuan holding her tiny belly, walking towards her with short steps. Instantly, Song Qiao’s face took on a tender look, and she bent down to pick up the little girl, speaking gently, "What’s wrong, sweetheart? Weren’t you watching TV with Uncle in the livi ...
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