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... Didn’t you say you were visiting Aunt Lin?"
At exactly nine thirty-four in the morning, Yu Zhenghong came home carrying some treasured tea leaves and gift cakes, only to find Ah Qing still in her room, sleeping like a log.
But with Yu Zhenghong’s call, Ah Qing sprang out of bed like a carp leaping from water, full of terror, and punched the air in front of her with vicious force, her loose pajama sleeves flapping with the movement: "I’m a farmer, not a nurse from some scam hospit ...
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