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  Fang Jinyu looked natural, he stuffed Shi Wushuang into Xin Qianqian's arms, and said, "This is Brother Yin's daughter."

   "So she is the little girl you mentioned, she looks so pretty." Xin Qianqian casually gave Fang Jinyu the gourd in her hand, and then she walked away with Shi Wushuang.

   This development surprised Fang Jinyu.

   "Hey, how are you? Thank you!" At this moment, An Ruyin's voice sounded.

   "Sister An, what did you say to Qianqian?" Fang ...

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