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... table limbs twisted under the thin quilt, letting out a low call, "...Dad?"
Due to still being ill, even a single word carried a nasal tone.
"I’m not that old."
A cold voice sounded by her ear, completely different from what Lin Chu expected.
Her wriggling body froze, and her muddled brain went blank for a long time.
This is... Lu Huai’an?
As if to verify the answer, Lin Chu’s head slowly turned in the other direction, facing the window.
Th ...
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