Huoda's bitter smile gradually faded, replaced by a cold indifference.
Huoda, Huoda... When his grandfather named him Zhou Huoda, wasn't it so he could be open-minded and cheerful?
Thinking of his grandfather, Huoda picked up the lighter on the table, clicked it, and set fire to that certificate...
Yes, Zhou Xin is dead, she died twenty years ago; he'd rather she were dead...
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Xia Weiyi wondered if it was because this year was her zodiac year, everything seemed unusually unlucky.
In the morning, while driving Xixi to kindergarten, the car broke down on the road; after finally getting a taxi to the kindergarten entrance, there was a major car accident in front; then she received news that Xixi's former teacher was hospitalized...
Xia Weiyi felt that with so many things happening recently, for Xixi's safety, it was best to let her rest at home for a few days and wait for the storm to pass before returning to kindergarten.
