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... Zhang Jiaojiao sat on the sofa waiting for her younger son to come home.
Wu Ershun was carrying a few bags in his hands, which he had gone to the market to buy specially that afternoon. There was no helping it; he was going on a long trip and of course needed to get a few presentable clothes.
Wu Yifan was also carrying a few bags. In the nighttime light, although his complexion appeared somewhat eerie, it didn’t prevent Zhang Jiaojiao from thinking he looked healthy, sunny, and ...
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