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.He didn't want to lose the warmth.He cannot lose warmth.Even if she stabbed him now, he wouldn't regret it. All he hoped was that she wouldn't leave him. He truly knew he was wrong."Warmth, I'm sorry...father of the Mafia get so good at cooking"Mo Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, the godfather of the MafiaHe was indeed the Godfather, no doubt about it. However, when those words came out of little Mi...