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What's with the big hemp bag piled up at the door?
Inside the room, Yang Hongxing acted as if she didn't hear his calling, holding a duck leg and savoring it with relish.
Tang Ying looked at her, "Mom, are you really not going to open the door for Dad?"
Yang Hongxing gave Tang Ying a disdainful look, "Why open the door for him? If we open the door, we'll have to share our duck with him. Are you stupid?"
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"Since he loves that vixen so much, let him go and live with her. I won't stop him. That deadbeat, when he needed money for the hospital, said he had only fifty yuan of his salary unclaimed. When I asked the foreman for his wage, I thought it was fifty too, but when I got five hundred, it felt like a dream. Saying five hundred as fifty, why? He obviously wanted to teake the five hundred to spend on that vixen, didn't he? His money and his heart are all on that vixen; why would I still need him?"