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After sending off Jia Linfeng, Lee Qingshan went straight home to carry his son. Su Zi was reading a Three Character Classic to him. Her voice was crisp and clear, and her voice low and low. He didn't understand why she was making a ruckus.

A pair of big eyes, like black grapes, sparkled with water. With a smile on her fair and tender face, she grabbed Su Zi's arm and sat on her mother's bosom