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... u Shimei would not abandon her, and her heart had settled a lot.

But the little girl’s heart was sensitive and fragile, longing for affection, and she still preferred to stick to Liu Shimei.

So, when they set off and got on the carriage, Shu Yutong immediately snuggled into Liu Shimei’s arms.

After all, she was a child, and she was the type that Liu Shimei liked very much. She immediately hugged Shu Yutong.

Seeing this, Huangfu Lingyao’s eyes were almost bursting ...

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