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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.,The bathroom was huge and lavishly decorated, but there was no surprise on her face. Her expression was indifferent and cold, a stark contrast to her age.,"If you don't like it, how do you take a bath Do you usually dry yourself through your clothes"。