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... > In the days around the New Year, Yue Qingqing thought of many ways.
Send a letter? She didn’t know the address.
Make a phone call? She didn’t know the number, either.
Wait at the bus station where Yue Jiannan saw the little junior fellow’s car? Her family would never allow it.
After much thought, she actually couldn’t find a feasible way.
Gong Qiming had probably guessed little uncle’s student status from his luggage and the pen in his shirt pocket, whic ...
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