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... iety, his status at home was absolutely top-notch.
At this moment, he was sitting in a recliner, with a small table beside him holding a cup of white wine and a bowl of fresh, juicy grapes.
The ashtray contained several scattered cigarette butts, and as Chu River shut the door, she sneezed hard—
Yet, Chu Fugui was staring unwaveringly at the TV, not sparing even a glance for his daughter whom he hadn’t seen in ages.
On the small TV screen, over a dozen people were ...
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