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... is meal, tidied up the kitchen, opened the store door, stood at the entrance of the stairs and looked at the door on the second floor for a while, then walked up with pursed lips.
When he opened the door and saw that Congliang had tied himself back to the post again, and was sewing with the half-sewed shirt he had sewn last night, he couldn't help shaking his head.
Congliang turned his head to look at him, his face was full of rippling smiles after he succeeded. The room had no win ...
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