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... i was the same quiet daughter who used to lower her head and work diligently. Upon hearing her eldest daughter say that the youngest was considerate, she decided to call for her, thinking that Yuemei might come to take care of things.

But it was Wang Dongmei who had returned alone, and upon her return, she even stirred the pot a bit.

"Now she thinks that since she is married, her wings are hardened."

Wang Dongmei continued to rub salt in the wound, "Mom, the youngest sist ...

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