"My son angrily locked himself in his room without eating or drinking, and it has been several days. The results won't come out until tomorrow, but it's just a piece of waste paper, and we've already guessed what the outcome will be. Zhao Fenfang drank the rich bitter tea one after another, as if this was the only way to dilute the bitterness in her heart, "Alas, everything is his own doing, and it's too late to say anything now." ”

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"Grinding Spirit" 119 He's my boss I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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