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It was 0: 20 in the morning.

Su Jingya lied on her bed, lazily publishing a magazine.

Beside him, there was a low, mixed, magnetic, pleasant and innocent conversation coming from both sides.

Huangfu Ni: "Father is ? ?"

Huangfu Yu: "Mhm."

Huangfu Ni: "Father is ? ?"

Huangfu Yu: "Mhm."

"Dad ?"

"Yes."

"Dad ?"

"Yes