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The middle-aged man's face was very familiar, but Su Yan He didn't think about it and asked Wen Heng in a low voice, "Who is he?"

After a long period of silence, Wen Heng finally said in a low voice, "My father."

Wen Chuanming.

Su Yan's eyes instantly shrunk to the size of a wheat straw as the cold air assaulted his face. His body could not move at all.

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