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Meanwhile, back at the kindergarten. “Oh my! Rina, how did you end up so poor? I never would've imagined you, the prettiest girl in the faculty of surgical tech, not being able to afford your son's school fees” Intrigued by the comment, Irina lifted her eyebrows as she gazed towards the source of the voice. A well-dressed rich lady was standing nearby with a handbag slung over her left shoulder. Meanwhile, with her right hand, she was holding the hand of an absurdly fat boy. That boy was obese, yet he was still licking his popsicle gleefully. Perhaps there was an issue with his upbringing, as the little fatty looked at others with a surly gaze. He had somewhat been stained by his mother's arrogance, riding his high horse as he looked down his nose at everyone. “Mom, who is this countr

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