ological child all along, and the daughter we had raised for eighteen years was not our own.When talking about the sad part, Song Qiao Ying shed tears. "I'm sorry, it's our fault, your parents, that w..."I want another drink." Si Ye Chen looked at the juice in Ou Yan's hand. "I'm a little thirsty."

She raised her eyes and gestured to the juice in front of him, "Don't you have some"

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