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... n returned home, her pocket stuffed with the passbook Yu Minglang had insisted on giving her, as if his voice were still ringing in her ears. The expression on her face had finally relaxed a bit.
However, as soon as she stepped through the door and saw her mother sitting behind the cash register, fanning herself, and Chen Lin, who was more attentive than ever, holding a watermelon, her good mood soured.
“Qian’er, where have you been all morning? You haven’t been home!” Jia Xiufan ...
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