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dn't you close the window last night!"The little guy tilted his head, frowned with a cold face, and stared at Lin Meng with his dark eyes. He looked like a little adult, and in a daze, he already had...ents of last night were definitely known to this little fellow. This calm and collected demeanor wasn't like her Xiaolang's; it must have been inherited from his father, or perhaps, also from his moth...