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... declared aloud, “My son, Little Huzi, doesn’t bring misfortune on his father. If he really did, why am I still fine?”
Then she picked up the wooden bucket, trudged back home, leaving the crowd behind in awkward silence.
Once inside, Meng Yunhan angrily hung the laundry out to dry before returning to her room.
“Little Huzi, Little Huzi, how could you possibly bring misfortune onto your father? All those people are mistaken. If anyone were to cause harm, it would be me, no ...
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