Mr. was startled by Zi'an's movements, and gently hugged back, and Mr. 's voice was weak: "Yellow Bird! I'm so tired!"

When he said this, Zi'an felt a twitch in his heart but couldn't say anything angry, because he had already discovered that Mr. had always regarded him as a substitute for that person.

But even so, Zi Ann was still happy, and he said, "All right, stinky ink drops!

When the gentleman heard the first half of the sentence, his eyes lit up greatly, and when he heard the second half of the sentence, his bright eyes darkened again, and he said to himself: "You are not him!"

Zi'an pursed his lips and didn't speak again, and Mr. stood up and ...... his own

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