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Tang Zhenzhen's fingertips were white with how tightly she was gripping her hands, almost to the point of bleeding. But she knew she couldn't... she couldn't collapse right there, nor could she snatch the five yuan back from Ning Yuan's hand.,When she was a child, no one at home had time to look after her. Every summer and winter vacation, they would send her to her aunt's house to work as a laborer.,He had to be scolded loudly — he was unruly, wrote a reflection, no food, and was beaten with a grim face.。