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... one has to get out of bed.
Qin Guanglin stood on the balcony hanging clothes when he saw He Fang, draped in a coat, trudging to the bathroom with a bit of an unnatural gait.
"Make a sound, will you? I’ll carry you in..." Qin Guanglin called out while holding a clothes hanger.
"Then help me pee? Are you sick in the head?"
He Fang didn’t even close the door, just popped her head out to shout back, clearly fed up with his attitude of taking care of a three-year-old, ...
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