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... Qiao Jing’s hand, the three little ones exchanged glances.
Zhan Qiaomo furrowed his little brows, pouting, "Isn’t this my mommy’s favorite vase? How did it break?"
Zhan Qiaoyu and Zhan Qiaoze blinked at Qiao Jing, puzzled.
Instinctively, Qiao Jing wanted to pat the little heads of the three children, but since she was holding the vase, she couldn’t free her hands. She gently reassured them, "Don’t worry, Aunt Jing will take this vase back to the room and see if it can be ...
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