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... to him.


Liang Zou chuckled as the corner of his eye got slightly wet. “If I had missed my daughter seeing as this lovely bride she is now, then…then I would have died having regrets.”


“No, Dad! Please…don’t talk about death.”


Liang Zou shook his head. “Let me say it. Xiao Dan, Shin, and I have missed out on a lot of good things in your life. Your growing up years, your birthdays, your school life, your graduation, you becoming an independent businesswoman and chef ...

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