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... es with her hand and said in a low voice, "Mom, come out with me."

  Fang Ling kept silent, knowing that her daughter must have something to say to herself, she turned around and followed her daughter's footsteps.

   came to the balcony.

   Han Wenyin said with a serious face: "Mom, my aunt must have been deceived."

  Fang Ling turned to look inside the house, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Han Wenyin nodded, "Actually, this kind of deception has been around for a ...

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