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... h 70,000 or 80,000 yuan in total. Why the hell would I stoop so low as to take the money and run?”

Knock! knock!

From the door came a knocking sound. Anhao, being the nearest to the door, got up to open it.

“I heard that an unfamiliar female classmate came into this room just now, right in this very room here. So I came over to take a look. The school dorm does not allow…”

The voice of the dormitory warden aunt came in the room the moment the door was opened. But when ...

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