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... ls were covered with a layer of white frost.
"You are so presumptuous! Who told you to send someone to Hua's house to buy charcoal?" Fan Zixiu's roar was loud, and the finger in front of Fan Yurong's nose was trembling with cold and anger.
He never expected that not only was he suffocating outside, but as soon as he got home, his own son would go out and slap him on the face.
Does he really want to make him angry to death before he gives up?
“Father, don’t worry. I ...
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