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Pfft…
Luo Ning sprayed out a mouthful of icy Cola.
"Born with divine strength?"
"You think you're Popeye the Sailor or Hercules? Who are you kidding?"
Mo Xiaochen pouted seriously, "Mom, you're wrong, dad is Superman!"
Uh…
A vein popped on Luo Ning's forehead as she cleared her throat and glared fiercely at Mo Han, "I'll sort you out when we get back!"
Mo Han, feeling guilty, hung his head and didn't dare to respond.
vvvvv
Just then, his phone in his pocket buzzed—it was a call from his foster mother, Ming Cuilian.
"Hello, Han'er, it's me."
Ming Cuilian's kind voice came from the phone, "Are you at home?"
"I borrowed thirty thousand from the villagers, and now I'm near your place. Can you come out so I can give you the money?"
Ming Cuilian was a genuine peasant woman with a gentle character and a kind heart.
Although she wasn't Mo Han's birth mother, she had always treated him as her own flesh and blood.
