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... anced at Kong Pili before lowering his head and walking inside the house while carrying the small basket and hoe that he had taken with him to the farm earlier.

Yu Jiao Yu also glanced at the Kong family before nodding at them coolly. He was neither cold nor warm towards Madam Kong and her daughters. While he did find the two girls a bit pitiful, he could never forgive their daddy who called his son a 'fox' even though he was so young.

Madam Kong however was extremely polite with ...

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