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... here?" Da Bao asked, puzzled to see a grimy little boy whose pants and shirt were both hanging off him.
At this time, many people would be at home having their meals.
"Auntie, Da Bao, Xiao Bao..."
After taking a look at the other party, Yun Xiaoxiao couldn't help but reflect. Even in the twenty-first century, there were still many poor people, with countless children in remote mountainous areas unable to afford school or to have enough food and warmth.
"My mom to ...
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