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... er tirelessly outlined one name after another.

They were like Jiang Sheng of the past, maliciously abandoned, innocently left behind, forced to choose wandering.

They had no identity, could not work, relied on begging to survive.

The weak and small like Jiang Sheng, the arrogant and unreasonable like Pang Dashan, were just children who had lost their choices.

When the government reached out, most would be moved to tears, relying on this helping hand to get rid of ...

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