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... ute chicken wings in his hand. Early in the morning, this thing is really hard to find.
Rarely, Lan Youyou's elf took the initiative to sit at the table for breakfast.
"Papa ..."
When she saw Feng Xinglang appearing at the door of the living room, Xiao Ai immediately climbed down from the chair and ran over towards Feng Xinglang.
"Ahem!"
Behind him, Lan Youyou heard two sharp reminders.
The small milk bag running towards Feng Xinglang stopped immediately ...
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