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nce his father died, but this time, tears came uncontrollably.Well, I guess you’ll have to wait for me to say goodbye.The boy was crying, his voice hoarse. The deep sadness washed over him like a tida...d do was silently hope that Lin Meng's performance just now was an act, that she actually listened, and even more so, that she was angry about it!Let's hope so!Mu Xinfeng, thinking this way, immediate...