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... ost popped out.

This little girl, could it be that she thinks Bao Family’s Bo is a gigolo?

No wonder Bo Sishen had that kind of expression earlier when he was recognized, a warning look not to reveal his true identity.

"No job is superior to another! Everyone earns money through hard work." Mu Shini heard the discrimination in Captain Zuo’s tone and immediately frowned, saying, "Just because you’re soldiers, you think you can look down on civilians?"

Her grandfath ...

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