That was why she couldn’t wait to come here first thing in the morning to stir up trouble.
Following behind Liu Qingchun was a woman, who was holding the hand of a little boy. He bore a striking resemblance to Liu Qingchun.
Liu Liqun was already an old man in his seventies or eighties; the child didn’t look like his, but rather like Liu Qingchun’s. Yet, she looked only eighteen or nineteen—could it be that the little delinquent had given birth at twelve or thirteen?
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