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Li Chenggong hadn't heard a woman talk about being a housewife for many years. He trembled in his heart, and something warm came up. But he never expected that as soon as he opened a spring of warmth in his heart, someone would push a piece of ice into it. The person who stuffed ice into Li Chenggong's fountain of happiness was an old man named Captain Zhang. He was sallow, thin, and haggard. He was brought in by his son. Li Chenggong had known him for decades. Captain Zhang and his son came to settle accounts with Li Chenggong. That morning, Li Chenggong, who was not yet proficient in driving skills, spent a lot of effort to reverse the new car that had been driven for a week. Opening the car door and stepping out, his eyes burst into tears from the strong sunlight. "Dad is here." My daughter Xiaoyu smiled brightly and continued to work on her medical records.
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