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Not returning to the United States, but staying to be despised?
He had done too many bad things before, and even if he died, he would have deserved it.
Tang Wanjun leaned against the back of the chair, smiling weakly.
"Qing Er, there are many things you don't understand yet, you're still young, don't easily believe in a person's promise."
Little Mo Qing was very persistent, staring at him as she firmly said, "I just want to be able to see Brother Wanjun every day, and if you leave tomorrow, I'll tell everyone that Brother Wanjun is sick. I think if they know you're sick, they definitely won't let you go."
A gentle gaze landed softly on the little girl's face.
That stubborn look on her face was just like Chi Zaozao's when she was little.
He reached out to touch her small face, then smiled sorrowfully, "Do you know what disease your brother has?"
Little Mo Qing shook her head, "I don't know, but it seems to be very serious."
