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... ng Jin again, urging him to hurry Little Tong along.

Zhong Jin walked out of his office and, familiar with the routine, entered the mediation room. He spotted the child peeking around and promptly scooped her up under his arm, carrying her out.

Little Tong's head was tucked under her father's arm, her short legs kicking wildly. "Ah, I don't want to go to school today!"

Zhong Jin wasn't one to indulge her whims. He carried her out decisively, holding her under her armpits, ...

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