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Ma Guoliang frequently glanced over in that direction, especially captivated by He Tiantian's rosy and fair cheeks, feeling a persistent itch in his heart.
Yang Huihui's complexion was dark, and she kept her head down, saying nothing.
Tang Xinxin's lips curled up, looking like someone who enjoyed watching the spectacle unfold.
"Sister Tiantian, I noticed that guy has been staring at you the whole time," Qi Daniu said. "You can tell he's no good, so impolite."
Qi Daniu was about fifteen or sixteen that year, and she reminded He Tiantian like a little adult.
"Alright, we don't know those people, so there's no need to pay them any mind," He Tiantian said with a smile. "Come on, you move this small one, and I'll move that bigger one."
"Sister Tiantian, you're really good to me," Qi Daniu said with a smile. She had always taken care of her younger brothers and sisters at home, and it was only when she was with He Tiantian that she felt the affection of an older sister.
