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... n room, Yu Jianhao rushed forward impatiently and grabbed Yu Jinmo’s arm to look around.

“Good baby, quick, let Daddy take a look. Are you hurt?”

Yu Jinmo smiled and said, “No, no.”

“Fortunately, Lin Bai acted in time and I wasn’t hurt.”

Yu Jianhao followed his daughter’s gaze and saw a fair and refined young man.

He assumed that when his daughter said “acted in time,”she meant calling the police.

After all, the young man in front of him didn’t loo ...

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