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... head and walked towards the nearby refugees.
Seeing someone approaching, the refugees’ eyes all lit up. They were hoping someone would lend them a hand.
“Miss, do you have any food? Please, we’re starving.”
“Isn’t there porridge distributed every day?”
“There’s too little food for too many of us. There’s just one pot of porridge, and they leave after serving it.”
Qiao Mai looked at their emaciated figures and sighed. “Relying on the court’s aid a ...
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