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When he came back to his senses, his daughter was carried by the man in front of her into his embrace, as if he didn't put her in his eyes.

"Your daughter?" Wu steel embraced Sheng Anxia, then lazily and unhurriedly set his gaze on Sheng Chongming.

Sheng Chongming had lived for more than half his life and had never felt an invisible pressure from a member of the junior generation