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ren are 12, 15, 19 years old, how can they survive? I wish they could, but how can they survive? Survive? \"the big man grabbed Li Jiahong's arm. Kara suddenly couldn't control his emotions and shouted, \"they're already dead!\"
hearing the big man's words, everyone in the restaurant became quiet, and everyone turned their attention to Li Jiahong and the big man.
``brother tao, brother Jiahon, please don't do this. can you please calm down?'' the first family member to arrive quickly stood up, advised the two, whose faces were agitated, not to argue and reconciled the situation.
“huang qitao, you must believe in hope...” Li Jiahong was not in a calm mood. when he heard the other person tell him that his son had died, he felt an anger like never before. I couldn't help myself, but when I saw the sadness and anger in the other person's eyes, I realized that they were suffering just like me.
“do you believe in hope?” huang qitao smiled. he let go of Li Jiahong's collar and stepped back, gasping a few times and barely clinging to the chair to avoid falling. when he lifted the right leg of his pants, the prosthetic leg hidden inside was revealed, and he said with a disappointed expression, ``I believed in hope and tried to break one of my legs, but it didn't return to normal...after that.'' I considered myself lucky to find bones. ”
huang qitao sat down, supported by another orphan's family, and said with regretful eyes: \"I was looking for you a
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