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... I’m exhausted..."
Wang Fan and Zhuo Qianqian played wildly until 3 PM. By the time they changed clothes and returned to the shop, they were both out of breath.
Although physically tired, they were extremely exhilarated, as if truly blessed.
"Boss, what are we selling this afternoon? I feel like I’ve got no energy left."
Zhuo Qianqian flopped onto the chair, as limp as a noodle.
Wang Fan wasn’t much better, sitting with his hands folded on the back of a ch ...
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