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Jiang Yining knew from his words that he would not easily restrain himself. But why was he like this? In front of so many people, he was talking about their future daughter when nothing had even been decided yet. For a moment, she did not know whether to run or to play dumb, so she could only glare at him fiercely. Her peach blossom eyes were red, moist, and charming