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... d lines in each corridor, she planned everything seriously.

She wanted to turn this big house into a shelter for her small family.

From then on, there was no more hatred and suspicion, only peace and happiness.

Ever since that day, Qu Zhi had been extremely busy.

She did all the carpentry, brick-pasting, and furniture shopping by herself.

However, she couldn’t always bring Chuchu with her. The dust from the renovation wasn’t good for the child, and she had ...

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