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Though I managed to raise him until he was fourteen, our family grew poorer every year.,Regardless of whether he was calling to himself, Zhao Jin'er still walked over to the small table in three steps and two strides, poured a bowl of hot tea for him, and held it out.,With such a gentle man, Zhao Jiner's shyness and fear subsided considerably. She raised her head to look at him.。