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Tears welled up in Su Heng's eyes. The Crippling Sun Silver Needle in his hand continuously rubbed against each other, as if trying to prove that the Crippling Sun Silver Needle in his hand was real.

Su Qingyue smiled

"Grandfather, this matter of me being Young Noble Su must be kept a secret, we cannot leak it out."

Su Heng reprimanded Su Qingyue while patting her on the head