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Sang Qianqian carried her child and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. She held the child’s little finger and drew a small window decoration on the glass that was faintly fogged.
Through the blurry glass, she could see a car driving into the house.
The person was familiar with the place and went straight into the house. Before she entered, a voice rang, “Sister!”
Sang Qianqian turned around and saw Wen Xu, who was covered i ...
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