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After not seeing her for more than half a year, Mo Yin had grown taller. Mo Qian looked at his daughter, who was becoming more and more beautiful like a flower, with astonishment. His heart was moved.

"Yin?" "He …" he called softly.

Mo Yin ran happily down the steps, holding her skirt, and threw herself at him. Hugging his waist, she sweetly called out again