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"Son, this is not right..." Gu Changsheng looked at his beloved son with profound bitterness.
Little Meat Bun received his mother's glance, hung his head to count ants, with his chubby hands continuously making circles, pondering secretly what that look from his mother meant.
Gu Changsheng, seeing his pitiable look, raised his hand to rub his little head, saw the large and small packages hanging on him, and couldn't help but soften his heart.
These were all the gifts his son had gathered for her! Bliss...
Gu Changsheng exchanged a glance with Zhou Mu, lips curled up in a charming smile, lowered his head to give his son a knowing look, then picked up his son and turned to Yue Xilou, "Flower Peacock, so you came huffing back to seek retribution?"
Yue Xilou, who had taken out a folding fan at some point, fanned himself with irritation, and upon hearing this, he gave her a white glance.