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The symbol looked like a knife stabbing into a crescent moon, giving a somewhat shocking feeling. Just one glance, and it felt like a knife brutally stabbed into the heart, involuntarily causing a twitch.
Her professional sensitivity made her feel that this must not be an ordinary trademark, perhaps related to the identity background of her biological father.
"Mom, did Dad give you anything else?"
Mai Xiaomai wanted to know if the other items had the same symbol or if it was just a coincidence.
Huang Wanrong shook her head.
"Nothing else left behind?"
Mai Xiaomai asked in confusion, "Just giving you this one thing, how stingy?"
"Your brother's not stingy; it's just that I lack nothing, and he didn't know what would be appropriate to give."
Huang Wanrong defended, stood up, and opened the wardrobe.
The clothes inside were still the ones from thirty years ago, from her teenage days, neatly hung.
