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For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,The scars on his face were said to be from a house fire, but even so, those beautiful eyes couldn't hide his intensity.,"If you don't like it, how do you take a bath Do you usually dry yourself through your clothes"。