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What pride is there to speak of as a poor person?
Brazen talk, for a single woman, just look how she will cope with hundreds of thousands in repair costs.
Jiayi was too lazy to pay attention to this man, feeding Zaizai milk and cake.
It was getting dark.
The IV had finished, Zaizai's face was somewhat pale, but he was still in good spirits, and the fever had subsided.
At the same time, Ade's call came in, saying the paparazzi had left. He had circled around the road to shake off the paparazzi, and was now back at the entrance of the maternity hospital, ready for the Boss to come out.
Jiayi carried her son, silently following the man out of the hospital.
Seeing Huo Zhenyang walk towards the BMW, Zaizai said softly, "Mommy, you've lost your wallet, how will we get back?"
Out of the corner of her eye, Jiayi saw the man ahead turn his head, instructing the Ade by the BMW, "You take the two of them home first, I have other matters to attend to."
