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... r? That man shouldn’t be too short-sighted.” Hu Changlin, who had just returned after calling Zhao Lan from the field said.

Mrs. Liu kept shouting. So, Old Lady Bai, who picked up the dried clothes from the backyard, immediately dropped the clothes. And rushed with a stick, after hearing the noise.

“Who hit you ah?” Old Lady Bai asked, as soon as she saw Mrs. Liu sitting on the ground and crying. 𝗳𝗿𝐞ℯ𝙬𝗲𝗯n𝗼νel.𝒄𝑜𝘮

Mrs. Liu pointed her finger at Zhao Lan: “Zhao Lan ...

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