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... so-called child welfare home in the entire provincial capital, or more precisely, there should be no charitable organization. There used to be shelters set up by wealthy families, but they were lost during the war.

   In addition to the current recession, everyone is in danger, who has the mind to set up a shelter?

   It is true that no one has done anything like establishing a child welfare home in the provincial capital, so if Qian Zhenzhu wants to do this, it will undoubtedly b ...

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