单选题Not until my mother told me the sad news last night did I knew that our neighbor Dr.Li was killed in a car accident the week before.ANot untilBthe sad newsCdid I knewDwas killed
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Not until my mother told me the sad news last night did I knew that our neighbor Dr.Li was killed in a car accident the week before.
A
Not until
B
the sad news
C
did I knew
D
was killed
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