Sighing Admirer
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Everything should be done step-by-step. When Wang Yao thought about it, it was already dark. He then went home to have a meal. He came home for dinner a lot more often as the end of the year neared.
"Mom, do you need my help?" Wang Yao knew that it would be busy at home since it was the end of the year—they had to sweep the house, steam bread, and cook the meat and vegetables.
"No. Your sister told me that she would be off several days later. She will come and do housework with me," said Zhang Xiuying.
"Okay."
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At night in Haiqu thousands of miles away from the village, in a quiet living quarter by the sea.
In a villa, a mother and son sat in the living room and watched TV.
"Mom, you look better than you did before!" said middle-aged man happily.