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... o he put him down.

The little boy bit his lip, rubbed his chubby hands, and squinted his eyes, looking at his three brothers who were about the same age as him.

The three older brothers were also looking at him.

Yan Mengmeng asked friendly: "Fourth brother, what did you just say you wanted to call you?"

The little boy coughed, put down his hands, crossed his hips, raised his chin, and said arrogantly: "Yan, Chao, Heaven!"

It looks very imposing, but among the f ...

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