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... t, helping her stand firm.
"Are you alright?"
Yun Ya shook her head: "I’m fine."
Yan Song raised his eyes, looking coldly at the woman in front of him.
She was a woman in her thirties, wearing a floral dress. The spare tire around her stomach obscured her waistline, and her permed and dyed golden hair glittered. She held a basket of groceries, exuding a sense of petty cunning and cheapness from head to toe.
After bumping into someone, she didn’t even offer ...
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