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"Dad, I look so different from you guys. Have you ever suspected that I was switched at birth?"
Mai Xiaomai hesitated for a while, but finally asked.
Mai's father was taken aback, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, and he avoided Mai Xiaomai's gaze.
Seeing his complex emotions, Mai Xiaomai knew he must know something.
When she asked her mother, her mother was quite certain that she couldn't have been switched at birth.
Could it be that only Dad knows the truth?
"Dad—"
Mai Xiaomai called softly, then lowered her head and said, "Today, I met a girl on the street who looked so much like me, almost like my sister. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me, could I have been switched at birth? I'm sorry, Dad, I shouldn't doubt like this."
Mai's father looked up at his daughter.
No one understands a daughter better than her father.
