Zhao Yunlan was half lying on the sofa, and a five or six-year-old child stood out from the black robe. It was obvious that the clothes did not fit him. He was wearing the shirt that Shen Wei wore when he went out this morning, and it was worn loosely on his body. The glasses disappeared somewhere, and he tilted his head with clear and innocent eyes, looking a little more ignorant and cute.
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