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The weather was so cold, and the child wasn't even wearing a hat. His bare head was tucked into his neck, and his nose was running with frozen snot.
Qiao Qingyu frowned. Who was this woman? She seemed not to have seen her at the base before.
And this woman, she looked to be over forty, but that might not be accurate.
Her face bore a distressed look, and her clothing was both thin and worn out.
Of course, in Xichuan's rural areas today, except for Xiaxi Commune, people's clothing was not even as good as this woman's.
Qiao Qingyu stopped in her tracks, feeling inexplicably as though Wang Sisi and this strange woman had come for her, and then she remembered the phone call she had just received. Could it really be such a coincidence?
At that moment, Yuan Hengzhi made a call to He Xiuyu, who fortunately was in his office.