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... d her way outside, it was her own home where she had lived for decades, so even with her eyes closed, she wouldn’t bump into anything and she didn’t move slowly at all.
Mrs. Qin’s hair was gray, but her body was not hunched. She held a kitchen knife, which added to her imposing presence. She stood at the doorway, one hand on her waist and the other waving the knife in the air.
"Which bastard is yelling here? Oh, it’s the family from Zhang Lianqiao’s house. Our Little Tian’er was ...
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