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... I think you still have to figure it out, otherwise if your relief money drops in the afternoon, our fathers will have to drink the northwest wind." Ji Shan said with a black line.
"Oh, you came back from class, the rice is in the pot." Qin Muye changed his posture lazily.
It has been eighteen years in this world, and Jishan has grown into a big boy. Apart from being poor and unlucky, he still lives quite comfortably.
As for merit, he has accumulated 3 points, which ...
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