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... e excitement. He fervently kissed her face.
He couldn’t kiss her enough.
Xiaojiao was his daughter. It overjoyed him.
Ming Ansheng was absorbed in his excitement when his phone rang again.
He wiped away the ice cream that had smudged onto his lips from kissing Xiaojiao’s face. He couldn’t calm his emotions. He took out his phone and saw that it was an unknown number. He was confused but decided to pick it up, anyway.
Before he could say anything, ...
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