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She wiped the sweat from her face haphazardly. "Let's not dwell on that, Dr. Rong. Old Branch Secretary promised to get us some old furniture. We need to go to the storage room in the village primary school.",Two male educated youths were complaining nonstop.,Qin Xiaoxia was glared at by them, so she had to reluctantly take an old biscuit tin from her own box.。