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im crying, or else Mommy would be heartbroken.On that end, Rong Ling listened to the strange cry of the little guy, his face cold and stern like it was carved from a knife. Rong Mu held her breath and...ying himself with his own affairs. The way he did it was fierce, almost like a wild animal.Her little hand clenched into a fist, her face flushed even redder as if it would bleed. Her waist was not ca...