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... t him sideways.


It was always lively when the two of them were together.


Now that Uncle Yin is out playing, taking care of them naturally fell on Rao Rong’s shoulders. But compared to Uncle Yin, who would cook noodles for them, Rao Rong was considered very violent. He rolled up the magazine and hit each of them with a laugh. “Can you guys give Yaoyao a happy send off?”


“It hurts.” Coco protected his head. “Who should I find if I’m not smart anymore.”


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