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As Su Jingya was talking noisily, not realizing that she had said the wrong thing and spoke carelessly, Huangfu Yu's somewhat dissatisfied voice sounded out slowly and hazily: "What do you mean I look like my son? It's obvious that he looks like me."

Every time, that stinking brat would act as if he was in front of twenty to eighty thousand people, and even emphasized: You, Uncle