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... did you bring Anan here?" Such a scene is too cruel for a child under two years old.

Fu Hengyi’s gaze was tender, but deep in his eyes, there was concealed fear. He had been so worried that Shen Qinglan might just pass away, "I’m afraid I’m not enough to keep you here, Qinglan, I can’t take care of children, so you must stay and take care of Anan."

Although Fu Hengyi hid the fear in his eyes well, Shen Qinglan could still feel the fear in his heart. She wanted to reach out but h ...

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