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Nineteen shook his little head, his fair little hand reaching out towards Jian Qing, waiting to be held.
Seeing her son's delicate face screwed up into a ball, with tear streaks not yet dry, Jian Qing wished she could immediately fly back home. "Be good, Nineteen, and go home with Uncle obediently. Mommy will be back very soon."
Having waited so long without being held by Jian Qing, Nineteen put his hand down, wiggled his little bottom, turned his little body around, and left Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu with the back of his head.
Humph, this baby is angry.
"Hehe!"
Jian Luo bowed his head, and from his angle, he could just see Nineteen's tearful purple eyes. He chuckled softly, feeling both distressed and somewhat amused.
This little guy really is too clever!
On the other end of the video call, Jian Qing and Quan Jingwu exchanged a glance and the corners of their lips turned up in a similar curve.
