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onstant waiting seemed so boring. She couldn't see what made it so fun, but apparently, it had become an accepted pastime for the wealthy.She wouldn't fight, and Rong Ling had no intention of letting...d to Rong Ling, then quickly walked up to the little boy, using the warm towel in her hand to gently wipe his face.Feng Ling stretched out his hand, pointing to the newspaper clippings he had brought....