It was almost the end of August, and the evening sun in Beijing was still so fierce. Song Qingzheng stood outside Sanqing Garden, with a light blush on her originally fair face. Song Qingzheng gently wiped the sweat from her forehead with a wet wipe, and looked at the time. It turned out to be five o'clock. Her legs were already shaking after standing for five hours, and she couldn't help but feel a little impatient. Look again at the little boy who went in to help call, but he never came out. It turned out that he really didn't want to see her.
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