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Ye Cheng looked at his daughter guiltily, his lips moving as if he did not know what to say, "Zhao Zhao?"

Ye Zazhao's clear and cool eyes were like a pair of glass beads without any warmth, gleaming with a cold light under the sunlight. She looked at her father who was full of guilt. Then she looked at her grandmother who was sitting on the doorstep with a bowl in her hand, enjoying the show