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... ing the photo, she put away her phone and sat by Di Mingzhe’s bed, gently patting him, "My dear son."
Hearing the noise, Di Mingzhe slowly opened his eyes, realizing that he had dozed off.
"Mom." Di Mingzhe gently propped himself up.
"Why are you still holding Wushuang while sleeping?" Fang Hao chuckled softly, "It’s better to put him in the crib. Babies are very clever; once they get used to being held while sleeping, it’ll be hard to place them in a crib later."
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