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Thinking about how his nephew was still in Qiao Anxia's stomach and was a boy or a girl, Mo Yicheng's little bun face couldn't help but fall into a trance.

The children of his brother and the foolish woman must be very cute. It was better to look a little more like the foolish woman, or else, if his brother had a little more, they would be as cold as ice cubes.

One Ice Block