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System World, Second Civilization.
Qin Caicai lay bored on the long sofa, flipping through the virtual light computer screen, when a message suddenly popped up.
The note read "Cute Baobao Little Qianzhi"—[Little Sister Xiaoshiliu, can I come play with you?]
Qin Caicai immediately replied—[Hurry up!]
Qin Mo still maintained a youthful physique, his noble and elegant demeanor, handsome features, hard to look away.
He entered the living room, holding a box of exquisite pastries between his distinct, slender fingers.
Seeing the smile on Qin Caicai's face, he sighed with relief, "Finally a smile."
"Dad, Little Qianzhi is coming." Qin Caicai reached out to Qin Mo.
Qin Mo handed her the pastries, then sat on the single sofa nearby, habitually clasping his hands in front of him, looking at Qin Caicai, "Any news about your mom?"
"Uncle King said no news is good news."
"None of you can sense her anymore?"
"No."
"What about Xiaomei? The Offspring System."
