Trát Nhi heard O Le speak and understood what people were misunderstanding, no matter how calm she tried to calm down, her ears still could not help red. Lam Nguyet shyly buried his head deeply in Trat Nhi chest. Air mail to my mom love your daughter bed set. Okay, stop smiling. Make a thin face and make sure her baby is still eating. Old Son was heartbroken Lam Nguyet, chased away the laughing people to eat, and then told Trat Nhi: Don’t go to the door for two days, Moc Sa and Khone go hunting animals, you stay home to take care of Lam Nha first.
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