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"Luoluo!"
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The crisp voice was soft and mushy.
Bai Jue and Black Jack followed the source of the voice and saw a little girl with carved features running towards them. Her thick, ink-like long hair casually spread behind her, and unlike other little girls in pretty dresses, she was dressed in black clothes and pants, topped with an off-white coat, clean and neat, with a touch of heroic spirit.
As they caught her dark, gem-like eyes, Bai Jue and Black Jack immediately thought of the little dumpling from before. With the same face and identical dark eyes, the relationship between this little girl and the boy was self-evident.
It seemed that they really were Grandpa Jian's two grandchildren.
As they pondered, Jian Qing had already run up to them, Black Jack watched the little dumpling, who had just been very guarded towards them, run back to Jian Qing's side and raised his eyebrows lightly.
"Luoluo, your gloves."
