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Chapter 27 -27: I Don’t Like Others Touching My Things

“Let’s go to grandma’s house and play with Sanya.”

Yun Xiaoxiao still didn’t know what had happened at home.

“We’re here.”

As the ox-cart driver announced their arrival, the people on the cart began to disembark one by one.

“Da Bao’s mother, we will go back at eleven noon, keep an eye on the time,” the ox-cart driver reminded Yun Xiaoxiao as she got off the cart.

Why did he tell her this sp ...

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