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... he was in helplessness, he suddenly found a villager herding a mule cart, and it was rather coincidental, that villager was from Yanhe Village as well, hearing that my dad was He Dali’s friend, he let him hitch a ride. Yet, we pretty much came right after him, so it was unavoidable for him to find it a bit weird.
“Dad, I drove them here,” I said honestly.
“Drove? What drove?” My dad didn’t quite understand my meaning.
“Dad, sorry,” I said apologetically. “I hid some ...
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