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it was Ye Feimo. That unique aura couldn't be ignored. He was usually as still as a stagnant pool, always expressionless and wooden. Even after warmth left him, there lingered an inescapable lonelines..."Hi, kid" 。Mo Chen greeted the children, unsure what expression to make at this unexpected gift he had never met before. Though beautiful, it caught him off guard. 。When fortune cookies fall from the sky, and you happen to not be hungry, you can't bear to eat them, but you don't want to throw them away either. You want to save them for later. That's how Mo Chen feels right now. 。He smiled a little stiffly, trying to convey his good intentions, but he didn't know if Mori could feel it. 。Mo Chen thought about his future. He would continue to work for the Mafia, find the woman he loved, and have three sons and a daughter. After all, his older brother and Mo Xiaobai had no children, so they needed to have children to inherit the Mafia. 。natural Xiaobai’s smile is Do you remember what happened"That was a picture from when they were very young. Xiao Bai was still quite short back then, under 170cm tall. He looked like a child next to M...