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Yang Zimei hurriedly let go of the hand holding Dragon Zhutian, smirked and called back, "Dad-"

Yang Qing looked at her, and then looked at Xia Mo and Long one by one. "They are?"

"Hi Uncle Yang, I'm Xia Mo, Zimei's classmate."

Xia Mo hurried forward sweetly, "And he is my cousin!"

"Hello Xia Mo!"

As a class teacher, Yang Qing faced a student who was the same age as her daughter, and unconsciously had a class teacher's face.

Yang Zimei winked at Dragon day by day, signalling that he also expressed something.

"Hello, I'm Dragon to Heaven!"

After all, the other party was Yang Zimei's father. Long Zhutian's expression and tone were very respectful.

"Hello, hello! I am Yang Zimei's father, Yang Qing."

Yang Qing looked at the dragon day by day, and always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say anything was wrong.

He never thought that his fifteen-year-old daughter would fall in love with a man ten years older than her, so she didn't think much about it.

"Dad, why are you here?"

To avoid embarrassment, Yang Zimei deliberately diverted the topic.

"Well, send it by courier. Someone ordered the cake in the store in front of me. I'll send it over." Yang Qing raised his cake and said.

"Dad, give me the address, I'll send it for you!"

Yang Zimei reached out to take over the cake from Yang Qing's hand. "You go back and help Mom."

"Are you free?" Yang Qing asked.

"Free."

"Well, this is the address." Yang Qing gave her a note, told her a few words, and then left.

Looking at his father's back, Yang Zimei Fang was relieved.

"Haha--"

Seeing her nervousness, Xia Mo laughed, "I thought you weren't afraid of heaven and earth, because you were also afraid of your dad."

"That's natural."

Only love is afraid.

She loved her father and didn't want him to be sad because of herself, so she was afraid.

She looked up at the Dragon with guilt and said, "I'm too young to tell you who you are. You don't mind."

"I understand."

Long reached out and rubbed her hair day by day. "Let's go and send the cake together."

"Ok."

Yang Zimei responded cheerfully, looking at Xia Mo, "Xia Mo, how about you?"

"its me--"

Xia Mo blinked and thought for a while, "I wanted to blackmail you for asking me to eat, but I still don't make electric bulbs to disturb your two worlds. I will go home to review and you will slowly send cakes."

"Okay, see you tomorrow at school!"

"Dead eyebrow, you must go back to school tomorrow for exams," Xia Mo told.

"for sure."

Yang Zimei agreed.

Xia Mo waved away.

Yang Zimei would not dare to walk with the dragon ten fingers tightly anymore, after all, City A is really not as big as Xia Mo said.

The two found the address of the cake owner based on the address.

As soon as I approached, I didn't know why, and threw something like an incense burner from it, and fell under her feet.

"Really, how can you throw things like this?"

Yang Zimei murmured, just stretched out his feet and just wanted to kick the incense burner to the side of the garbage dump, but suddenly found that the incense burner was actually covered with a touch of golden matter.

Good instrument?

She stooped to the ground and picked it up from the ground.

"Why do you pick up this garbage?" Long wondered every day.

"Hey, good things come."

Yang Zimei blew the dust on the incense burner, took out a paper towel and wiped it a few times, and found that it was actually made of brass. From that time, it can be roughly recommended. It is brass in the Western Han Dynasty.

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