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... om the tureen and placed it in a small bowl. On the bed, Wu Wang nestled in his mother’s arms, sniffed his little nose, looking just like a little glutton.
Dong Huiying chuckled at him and patted his head, "Do you want some?"
Little Bun bit his lips and said, "No, no, no!" But the child’s eyes were too honest, almost glued to the chicken soup.
Dong Huiying laughed gently. "Do you really not want to drink? Lying is not something a good child does."
Wu Wang looked a ...
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