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Under the moonlight, Lu Wenlong lowered his voice and almost roared, "He's not our Abba, he's not …" "I don't have Abba like him …" His voice became softer and softer. In the end, he was unable to suppress his emotions and completely collapsed. Tears streamed down his face. This kind of blow was even more painful than the break with Fourth Prince before. It was a war

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