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... o had come from and asked, surprised, "When did you hand in your paper?"
This person was clearly rushing here from the school’s back entrance.
Zhang Zhao clenched his fists with both hands, shivering from the cold, and stomped his feet for warmth, standing in front of Zhao Meimei.
Zhao Meimei was at a loss for words and reached out to pull him, "Alright, look at how cold you are, hurry home!"
Zhang Zhao grabbed Zhao Meimei’s hand in return, "Meimei....."
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