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dy— I mean, not daddy, but father, Father he—"The little guy blinked his eyes, looking at Lin Meng with some unease, because he felt Mommy's grip on his hand had tightened."Mommy, I'm sorry, Youyou is... for him.Let go of her, withdraw from beside her, he sat down on one side, then pulled her up again, circled into his arms, and held her!"Actually, I didn't want to tell you this so soon. I was going...