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... thoughtfully, while Bai Ertang didn't need to do anything, just wait and enjoy.

Such a considerate husband is really rare. Even if Xiao Qing is someone who eats soft rice, he still eats this soft rice perfectly.

Xiao Qing owns an art studio. She usually does some art training work, and she can't make much money. All the source of their family's expenses comes from the rent of some houses and facades that Jin Sisi's parents gave Jin Sisi. Their RVs are full and they have no childre ...

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