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When Song Yuhang returned from the detention center, it was already past 6 p.m. At first glance, she saw Mother Song wandering outside the police station entrance, holding a thermos flask. She hurriedly approached her, pulling her into a sheltered spot and rubbing her frozen hands.
Mom, why are you here?
Seeing that it was her, Mother Song smiled and handed her the thermos flask. Its Laba Festival
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