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force. "

Nan Jixian lightly slapped the back of the child's hand as a punishment, and said with a smile, "It's not the same as choosing you as the champion in the end."

"You still said that I am not worthy of singing your song." The child intensified.Just kidding, for Big Brother's Australian concert tour, even if I am not a guest, I still have to eat, live, and travel, plus pocket money for the trip.

"When did I say that?" Nan Jixian smiled.

"I want to see the big scene." The child sat back on the sofa and rubbed against Nan Jixian, carefully licking the chocolate chips on his fingers.

Nan Jixian bent down and took out a few sheet music from under the coffee table, "Practice before the 29th—"

Zhao Puyang quickly picked up the music score, imitating Nan Jixian's tone, "Yes! If you dare to shame yourself in the southern hemisphere, your family will serve you!"

Nan Jixian gently grabbed the child's ear, "Kid, work hard."

Zhao Puyang focused all his attention on the music score. This time the song was awesome. Nan Jixian got up to get him a freshly baked biscuit. Zhao Puyang looked at Nan Jixian's back and secretly lip-synched behind him, "Ja— -Oil!"

Who is popular in an era, who is crazy that summer, who has heard who said, the sun is shining, and the voices of Pudu.

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