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little imp casually threw Tian Lu over to Feng Yi.

"Son, are you really giving it to me?"

"En, do you want me to become a dishonest person?"

"Haha …"

Feng Yi laughed out loud. He hugged little imp and kissed him twice: "My son Feng Yi is indeed powerful!"

A five-year-old child, her face was pink. It felt both comfortable and soft, so cute.

Once Feng Yi became happy