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... nd the knife swished at her.
Huang Kailin put down the work in hand, picked up the bamboo crutch that Yang Xinghua used to get up, stood up and looked at Song Tingfeng.
"The bamboo weaving factory, you and the third child don't want to do it, I won't force it, you can go back if you have nothing to do."
"Dad, the bacon thing..."
Song Tingfeng was still licking her face and talking about the bacon, but she didn't want Huang Kailin to turn his face suddenly, a ...
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