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... are with you, grandpa. You’re praising me too much. Mine is just little useless skill,” Yolanda Fern said with an embarrassed smile.
Spencer Childe sat on the sofa, with the outdoor sunlight shinning in.
His aged face was covered in wrinkles, and sunlight too.
Sylvan Cheney had eaten and glanced at Spencer Childe.
His grandfather… seemed very happy.
Sylvan didn’t disturb him anymore and got up to go outside.
Charles Mcintosh also followed him.
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