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... ds, a son and a daughter, they were both older than Shu Ning.


And the second one is Qin Yu Lan, also married early with three kids, a son and two daughters, the youngest was younger than Shu Ning.


The first to enter is a youngster who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen, his bronzed skin looked quite handsome and his face had fine features, he was tall and slightly fit, he sported a refreshing crew cut with a schoolbag on his back, and a basketball in his hand, you could ...

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