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... of an eye, a few days had passed.
On the day of the competition, Zhouzhou sprang out of bed at dawn, grabbed a comb, and dashed to Ye Lingfeng’s room.
As Ye Lingfeng opened the door, he raised an eyebrow upon seeing Zhouzhou.
"Daddy," Zhouzhou stood on her tiptoes, handing him the comb. "Do my hair. I want to tie several lucky ponytails today!"
Surely, this would bring her good luck. If her hair weren’t so soft, she’d have liked to make each strand stand upright. ...
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