“Go and get my photo album upstairs.”
Old Long said in a deep voice to the people around him.
“Dad, let me go.”
Long Qing stood up abruptly and tried his best to squeeze a smile on his face, but he looked strange and awkward because of his stiffness.
No one knows better than Long Qingru how important the album in Long Lao’s mouth is.
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