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Looking at his son's extremely serious face, the corner of Xia Xia's mouth twitched. What did his daughter mean by his mother's intimate little jacket? This daughter of his was most likely a black heart cotton. Only his son was the most considerate!

"Little Mi, there's no need for that. Mommy's cooking skills are limited."

Xia Zhi shouted at the top of the building