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"Qian Qian, write with me, I! "Flick, flick..."

I pulled Qian Qian to squat beside the dining table and teach her how to write.

I don't know what Dong Shuyao is thinking either. She pulled me back in the parking lot, but when she got to the door she gave me a cold look, went home, and left me in the wind at the front door.

"Uncle Jun, this is so difficult. I want to watch TV