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... t, going shopping?”
An enthusiastic uncle who was out for a walk greeted Yu Minglang. Even the Pekingese on the leash seemed to sense the hostility radiating from Yu Minglang’s oncoming presence, hiding behind its master and leaving only a trembling little bottom.
Yu Minglang had a black plastic bag in his hand, and the anger radiated so intensely that even the dog could sense it.
“Yeah.” Normally, he would chat with these familiar neighbors and elders for a bit, but now ...
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