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"Yeah!" Little Wu sat up, crossed her legs, and flew out without saying a word.

"Is that so?" Long Zixuan's eyes flashed. Although Zi Xuan's personality wasn't cold, but due to Long Yetian's genetic strength, his face and eyes really inherited his father's coldness. When he looked seriously, it was as if his eyes were shooting out ice arrows.

Sensing the doubt in her son's eyes