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... er eyes on the teacher, but her mind kept replaying the scene she overheard in the bathroom with Wang Jiayue, like a little movie.

At dinner, Zhao Meimei was a bit absent-minded, but her parents didn’t notice.

Liu Dazhuang was recently troubled by the factory’s buyout issues, sighing all day long.

Liu Xiue picked some food for Zhao Dazhuang: "Don’t think about it, hasn’t the matter not been decided yet?"

Zhao Dazhuang took a bite of food and mumbled a response: "I ...

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