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This sentence was shouted out so abruptly that for most people, it was incomprehensible why Song Xiaodong would suddenly shout such words. However, Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan both trembled, staring at Song Xiaodong with shock.

"Haha… kid, you're pretty good, I didn't give my daughters to you in vain!" Along with a laugh, a man came out from behind the crowd.

He was a middle-aged man with a rather ordinary appearance, unrecognizable to anyone, and it was unclear how he had mixed into the crowd. Miao Qingqing and Miao Xuanxuan were also frowning, staring at the face they did not recognize. However... the way he walked and his figure were all too familiar to them.

The middle-aged man came to Song Xiaodong's side, raised his hand, and wiped his face, actually peeling off a thin mask and said with a smile, "How do you not recognize your father?"

"Ah! Dad!" Miao Qingqing's eyes widened at the man before her. If this was not their father, Miao Qingyuan, then who was he?