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The young woman rubbed the little boy's head, feeling both gratified and helpless. "Fan Er."

The little boy who was called Fan Er was at most four or five years old, so the words weren't clear. However, he liked being cute, which made Lin Zisang feel soft in her heart.

"It's just a piece of soup," she laughed and pushed Fan Er's hand back. "Fan Er seems to be an extremely good child