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The thing that moved Gu Moyan was that every time Jiang Ling got something, he would give it to him. This was more touching than any father and son who were related by blood.

"Foster father ?" Gu Moyan couldn't help but hug Jiang Ling, and buried all of his words in his heart, not knowing how to say or thank him. Only the arms were left, and the hands were warm.

"Zhao Lang, don't cry