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  Getting a lot of money for nothing, she didn't believe that An Yan would refuse such an opportunity.

  So she thought that the other party must be putting on airs on purpose, pretending to disagree first, in order to ask for more money.

  After all these years, An Yan's life has been so difficult. People who have lived in poverty for a long time must be more eager for money and want to live a rich life.

   "." An Yan looked at the other party silently, as if looking ...

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