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What could Xuan Jingxing do?

His own son, of course, had to pamper him!

"Alright."

Xuan Jingxing carried Nan Xing, and Nan Xing buried his head in his neck as he sweetly said, "Daddy, if you're tired, just tell me! I can still hold on for a bit. "

As he said that, he yawned and rubbed Xuan Jingxing's neck, his eyelids starting to move.

"Daddy is not tired