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... ughed when she heard the rumor, "How old is Huanhuan, and how old is that child?"
Jiang Xingmei bit into the mixed flour bun, which had too much cornmeal, making her throat stretch long before swallowing, "The child my brother brought back is about four or five years old. I don’t know who’s gossiping. If I find out, I’ll tear her mouth apart."
"Oh, alright, alright, say less of these things. You’re grown up now, soon to be someone else’s wife, still you can’t control your mouth." ...
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