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... wrap Chu Jiao into a small Zongzi, carrying her and stuffing her in the quilt that was already set out in the guest room.
And then without looking back, he closed the bedroom door and walked off.
Chu Jiao bit the little quilt.
She suddenly understood the sour feeling caused by “people who don’t recognize other people after finishing their business” that was always talked about in stories.
Stinky second uncle, bad second uncle.
It was currently late autumn ...
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