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Calling BOSS like this, what is her identity? Monet stared at Yamato with a slight hint of hostility.

Yamato looked at the empty hall, and stared at Monet together.

195 Is this person a fool?

"Yamato, the young master has already left!" Jorah interrupted the two cubs looking at each other.

"Ah!" Yamato was dejected.

"Aunt Jorah, can we come in?"

Weibull's big head cautiously poked in through the door.

Buffalo's round head also appears bel ...

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