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her scalp bobbing like a tambourine. Her small hands fumbled and clawed at it, but couldn't get a grip.He couldn't bear it, so he leaned over, reaching behind her with both hands. His fingers brushed...er great-grandchild, she wanted to hold her grandson. And He Yana, that girl, kept pushing Li Yi Ping and Bingbing. So basically, it was these relatives who imposed their hopes on their son. The son i...