Ma Sufen didn't get the information she wanted from her son, feeling an unbearable scratching and clawing inside her heart. To make matters worse, Shen Baolan, clueless to the mood, came up pestering her with question after question, igniting a nameless rage in Ma Sufen.
"Even if I told you, you wouldn't recognize it."
"Mom, just say it, maybe I do know."
"I don't want to talk about it."
Ma Sufen tossed the remains of her eaten orange onto the coffee table, patted her backside, and stood up, ready to go downstairs to look for her grandson.
Shen Baolan hurriedly followed, "Mom, come on, tell me."
"Get lost, stop annoying me."
"If you tell me, I'll stop bothering you."
"I still won't say it."
Die of curiosity!
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As the weather warmed up, the sales of spicy strips, dried tofu, and chips began to rise steadily.
Besides, the gummies with improved packaging were also widely praised.
