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Ning Yuan didn't want to be entangled by past emotions anymore.,She wiped the sweat from her face haphazardly. "Let's not dwell on that, Dr. Rong. Old Branch Secretary promised to get us some old furniture. We need to go to the storage room in the village primary school.",Qin Xiaoxia was glared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old biscuit tin from her own box.。