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... ly was angry. Every time Second Aunt comes, she has to stir up some trouble and make everyone miserable, then she acts like nothing happened. I didn’t mean anything by what I said, I just think we can’t indulge her temper, or she’ll always be like this. It’s the same as not spoiling a child. If she speaks her mind and gets nothing out of it, maybe she’ll learn her lesson for next time."

Mrs. Wang sighed faintly. "In the end, it was your Second Uncle who married such a troublemaker. I’ve ...

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