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"Lin Xue …"

Yang Xichen was speechless, he could only stare blankly at the person in front of him.

The fruit knife in his hand slowly moved, leaving the child's neck.

Yang Xichen's heart, which was tightly hanging in the air, was immediately relieved. However, with the child still in her hands, he still did not dare to completely relax.

He stared fixedly at Lin Xue's movements