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boss by his name, you're dead.Mo Yao dangerously narrowed her eyes, while Mo Wushuang gleefully bit into a piece of toast beside her, asking, “Little White, why didn’t you say good morning to your sis..."Hi, kid" 。Mo Chen greeted the children, unsure what expression to make at this unexpected gift he had never met before. Though beautiful, it caught him off guard. 。When fortune cookies fall from the sky, and you happen to not be hungry, you can't bear to eat them, but you don't want to throw them away either. You want to save them for later. That's how Mo Chen feels right now. 。He smiled a little stiffly, trying to convey his good intentions, but he didn't know if Mori could feel it. 。Mo Chen thought about his future. He would continue to work for the Mafia, find the woman he loved, and have three sons and a daughter. After all, his older brother and Mo Xiaobai had no children, so they needed to have children to inherit the Mafia. 。huang's mood was exceptionally good, her eyes bright and radiant, as if she was looking forward to something. The joy in her eyes was evident to anyone who saw her, resembling a woman deeply in love,...