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... demanding Juhua’s little throw pillow—he claimed he slept soundly on it!
Juhua was furious, but she kept consoling herself. ’This little terror is finally leaving. I won’t stoop to his level.’ She quickly rushed into her room, grabbed a small throw pillow, and shoved it at him. Only then did he stop crying.
Mrs. Yang walked them to the outskirts of the village before turning back, while Qingmu continued on, carrying the shoulder pole all the way to Xiatang Market.
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