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... it into the pickup truck.

   All large and old furniture will be discarded during this moving process.

  Although Ulan thought they were still usable, her grandma Wang Lifen decided to follow her granddaughter’s advice and let everyone in the village choose them.

  The daughter-in-law just can’t see it. After living half of her life, she finally has to build a new house. What’s the matter with the guy using the old ones?

  The whole family has seen the renderings of t ...

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