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... ce, and in the blink of an eye, two years had passed—Anan was already three and a half years old.
Early in the morning, joyful sounds from Anan filled the Fu Family’s ancestral home, "Mommy, hurry up."
Shen Qinglan followed behind him, "Slow down. If you fall and hurt yourself, I’m not going to pick you up."
Er Pang followed Anan, tail wagging. It had grown into a big dog now, as tall as Anan’s chest even without standing up, rotating around Anan all day, the bond between ...
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