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Wang Jia's mansion, Shi kicked the door open with one foot, still chewing gum, his hands in his pockets, his eyes sharp, yet carrying a hint of laziness.,For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,As he fastened his shirt buttons again, she did so carelessly.。