I have always felt that the person who knows Wang Jialuo best is me. I know that he does not add coriander when he eats wonton stew. I know that he must drink a cup of yogurt before eating dinner. I know that he likes to put his mobile phone and keys in the left pocket of his coat. I know all kinds of little habits of his life. However, I can't understand why he, who is always gentle and kind and tolerant to everyone, has a cold war with me because of trivial matters. He does not talk to me or look at me. This is unusual.
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