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... ourteen this year, at the age of youthful impulsiveness.
His dear aunt was dismissed; how could he tolerate it?
In his rage, wouldn’t he just go pick a fight?
"Even if you’re angry, you have to endure it!" Baoshun’s mother walked in with tea, glaring at Song Baoshun on the bed.
Song Baoshun shut his mouth, but he was still unconvinced inside, his face puffed up with anger.
"Li San Niang, have some tea." Baoshun’s mother placed the tea bowl on the small tab ...
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