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... n a Ducati now?”
Standing at the doorway, Yao Jun watched Bi Fang ride up on a black motorcycle, dust trailing behind him, and let out a pleased whistle.
“Buy whatever you like, otherwise what’s the point of making money? But man, your place is really out in the sticks.”
Bi Fang set down his helmet and got off the bike, looking at the clubhouse entrance which was still not fully renovated. He nodded in satisfaction; although it wasn’t completely finished yet, it already h ...
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