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... lickered slightly.
Zhou Xinyu struggled to suppress the palpitations in his heart and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
Pei Ya sneered, "If you were really his grandson, how could he bear to make you the scapegoat?"
Zhou Xinyu suddenly felt a suffocating sensation take hold, his eyes widened in shock, "Scapegoat, what scapegoat?"
Pei Ya said airily, "Of course, the scapegoat for the huge bombing case."
Qiao Yun’s gaze swept over Zhou Xinyu’s beer belly, s ...
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