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... d. Zi Qianjing frowned, tightly wrapped his arm around Mu Ruyue’s waist, and dodged to the side. As he raised his eyes, a puffed little face appeared in his view.
"Let her go!"
Ye Sihuang glared fiercely at Zi Qianjing. This bastard dared to hold his mother!
Obviously, even at this moment, Ye Sihuang still hadn’t realized...
Zi Qianjing raised an eyebrow, "She’s my mother, why should I let her go?"
"You..." Ye Sihuang’s delicate and sculpted little face tu ...
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