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... heard that. “I don’t want money. If it weren’t for you, our family wouldn’t have been able to earn this money. It’s only right for me to help!”

It was said that children from poor families matured earlier. Their sensibility and ability were forced out by the harsh realities of life.

Yu Bing smirked slightly as she rubbed Xiao Lin’s buzz-cut hair. “That’s different. Without your brother, Jiang Chun and I wouldn’t have been able to earn this money.”

Jiang Chun nodded in agr ...

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