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I was busy receiving guests, looking at the gray middle-aged woman in front of me, and the teenager sitting in the wheelchair pushing in front of me, I frowned.
Why call me at this time, or Yaner's class teacher.
Could it be that he caused trouble at school? Is it uncomfortable?
I hid the microphone and apologized to the guests. "Sorry, take a call. Sit down for a while, and I will help you right away."
Having said that, I stood up, went to the window, and lowered ...
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