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He did not close his eyes for a whole two days, but Mu Beihan did not have any intentions of resting.

How could Yan Luoluo be so sure that her blood type could match up to Yan Qingfan's? Did she seem to be lying when she woke up? Whose son was Yan Qingfan exactly?

A bunch of questions lingered in Mu Beihan's mind. He had never been this anxious before