“Hah! This child! He still smells of his mother’s milk!”

Lu Liao rocked the little baby in his arms back and forth as he kissed its forehead.

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“He is young now, but surely my son Lu Lou will grow strong as Mt. Tai!”

Suddenly, a door opened. A beautiful woman entered. Her skin was jade.

"I am the luckiest woman under the nine heavens! Lu Liao is truly most loving father!"