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Wang Jia's mansion, Shi kicked the door open with one foot, still chewing gum, his hands in his pockets, his eyes sharp, yet carrying a hint of laziness.,For the first time in twenty years, he was recognized as a member of the Shih family.,For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.。