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Ye Qiu's heart surged with an unprecedented warmth. He stretched out his hand on horseback and held Lin Zhenwei's hand tightly. Dad, your words are enough. I think Ye Qiu has a heroic father. Sons cannot be soft-hearted. Don't worry, there are only three branches in the city. I, Ye Qiu, can still handle it....