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... is eyes.
Tears rolled down Ma Yongchun’s face.
In his arms, Qin Jianqiang must have been hungry; his little mouth smacked a few times, and feeling feverish, he pouted and was about to start crying.
Ma Yongchun raised his hand to gently pat the infant in his arms, wiped the tears from his face, and turned to run into the snowy night.
Fearing that he might alert the assassins below, Ma Yongchun did not use the snowmobile.
At this time, using the snowmobile h ...
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