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... Jing picked up her mother.
Back home.
Her sister was lying on the sofa, playing with her mobile phone. When she saw her, she jumped up, rushed over, grabbed the bag from Zhang Jing’s hand, and muttered, "There’s food now."
Seeing this.
Zhang Jing smiled and scolded.
This girl.
She knew that every time she went to Tang Qing’s house for a meal, she would bring back some snacks, things you can’t find outside, no matter how much money you have. Her sis ...
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