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... es and forced happiness made others pity her even more. Mo Huawen glared at Mo Xueqiong angrily when he thought of how she had scolded Mo Xuetong. Then, he walked over and stroked Mo Xuetong’s hair tenderly. “Tong’er how did you sleep last night?”
“Thank you Father. I slept well! I even woke up late!” Mo Xuetong sniffed and tried to tone down her sobs. She looked up and pulled on Mo Huawen’s teal robe. Then, she smiled softly and in a pleasing manner, said, “Father, don’t scold Fourth sist ...
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