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self-study time. It's almost eight o'clock now, in half an hour these students can go home. Wu Shengnan twirled a ballpoint pen in her hand, a slight smile on her lips, imagining the possible miserabl...gitimate daughter of the Lin family. She didn't know much about the etiquette of red envelopes. Fearing that she would make a blunder, she turned and went to look for Rong Ling. This kind of worldly...