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Seeing that, Zhang Han held onto Mengmeng's hand, his right hand held onto Zi Yan's hand, and went back to the castle:

"Let's go, dad will make lunch for you. We have to leave tonight, so you have to take a look at what you're wearing."

"Yeah." Mengmeng wiped his face, the light in his eyes captivating.

The little guy already had his own thoughts. His personality was very peculiar, casual