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... cited. Suddenly, the ladies sobbed: "Dad..."
Hai Wentao: "I'm still far away from death, so don't cry for me."
"Dad...Dad, why are you holding a shoe? Who left a shoe here?" Hai Wentao's eldest son saw his father holding a shoe, and felt a pain in his heart. Holding a smelly shoe of unknown origin in both hands, if it wasn't for getting old and not as good as before, how could it be like this!
The size and style of the shoe made it obvious that it belonged to a girl. The gir ...
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