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... is Mr. Gu wanted to start with Qingzhou and spread the world.

The eyes narrowed with a smile, it was a great undertaking and definitely not an easy task.

This road is difficult to get to the sky.

He didn't talk to Gu Nan because he thought that even if he advised, Mr. Gu might still use that sentence to answer him.

Some things can be done either by looking at what is possible, or by knowing that it is impossible.

He did not know where such a foolish statement c ...

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“Wh..y, A.nna,” he uttered with immense difficulty and sorrow in his voice, his vision blurring as he locked eyes with the blonde-haired girl, who regarded him with emotionless eyes.

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